Pasty Green

There comes a time where you question what’s in front of you.

You’re in a senior year elective art class because it’s an easy A. You don’t have to think.

Then all of the sudden you realize that pasty green paint going on the canvas is more than pasty green paint.

What makes up the paint? You think to yourself.

You start thinking that the paint doesn’t just exist. It was made from a combination of different materials.

You don’t even know if materials is the right word. When it comes down to it, it’s all atoms right?

Is atoms even right? Do we even know truly what atoms are and if they are the smallest thing?

One thing you think you know is that there is always something you don’t know. Unknown unknowns make up this universe. So now you know that it might not be atoms.

You keep thinking about the paint and what makes it up.

Would it be less pasty if different elements made it up? What elements would need to be added and how would they change it?

If it’s made up of atoms and you’re made up of atoms what elements would need to be added to the pasty green paint to make it you. That’s quite the thought.

Is it possible? Or is it already you.

If matter is never created nor destroyed then does that mean that pasty green paint is recycled atoms from someone else?

The universe is constantly expanding. A phrase I have been told that makes sense to my tiny brain in the capacity I have to understand what that actually means.

Taking that phrase that means the pasty green paint and myself are the big bang in action, the universe constantly expanding. We are of the same origin.

Distant relatives, I guess. What does that mean for the future. Will I join back with the green paint or am I currently the green paint.

Is everything just… it?

Oh well, that’s the bell. Class is over. Time for dinner.