My Relation to Life
by Tipu Salman Makhdoom
Strange though it sound, its complex. Life, which is the very essence of my existence is not me. Its in me but that's not all I am.
Life, to which my relation is dubious, is itself very dubious. It could not have been defined as yet. Of some properties which are said to constitute the very essence of it is self-reproduction. Cool. But with the development of Artificial Intelligence this "distinction" too is blurring. Its no more unthinkable that soon robots will be able to self-reproduce themselves!
When I will be no more, life will still be there. When life will not be there, I will be no more. I am dependent on life, but is life dependent on me too? Perhaps.
With all organic creatures destroyed, life will cease to exist. It might not be dependent on me alone, but it does depend on "organic" creatures; certain complex formations of atoms.
Is it an entity which lives in organic complexes? Or maybe it is the "complexion" of a complex formation.
Strange but relevant. Confusing but important. Conceptual but real.
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