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This article is my reflection on listening to a piece of music (the one above). I had thought about using a piece of music to write an article before and made similar attempts. Perhaps the climax of that song came too quickly, while my pen was writing too slowly. Music can take us into a realm, maybe beyond the universe, or transform us into a tiny speck of dust observing the world's development. When I hear certain fragments of music, fleeting thoughts flash through my mind, so brief that I can't even write them down in time. The thoughts are short-lived, making it hard for me to compose a blog post. (After all that rambling at the beginning, I believe I can do it now)
Thinking about this universe, it may have started as a tiny point. Life on Earth was born at the very last moment of the universe's history. This event is like someone striking a match in a dark forest, like a rabbit suddenly darting across the vast grassland, like lighting a candle in the square. It's sudden, unexpected, delightful, immensely progressive, spectacular, vibrant, groundbreaking... I really can't find the right adjectives to describe this event.
Life is vibrant, engaging in unprecedented and frequent reproduction. Flowers bloom and leaves fall, water recedes revealing stones, the seas change, branches grow lush. Fierce beasts run on the boundless grasslands, and the oceans teem with a myriad of colorful and dazzling fish that are beyond imagination. Life left behind a rich and epic wave of magnificence at the very end of the universe's history.
Because life was born, I am here writing these words. Because life was born, someone created this piece of music. Let us raise our joyous glasses and praise the birth of life, praising the spark it ignited in this savage era of the universe.
Life originates from a single point. No matter how convincing debates we engage in, we cannot diminish the allure of this statement. We often say "the land is our mother," which probably also refers to this.
On a side note, I have recently been obsessed with the MBTI personality test. The result showed that I am an INFP, which may be the reason why I tend to daydream.