Women's Game

But this idyllic presentation of the addiction of Earth to life raises some issues.
- if the Earth turns out to be a bulimic creator, we must admit that it tends to neglect what it shelters. No compassion for the baby bird fallen from the nest and offered to the fangs of the first come predator, no scruple to expel from two meters high the baby giraffe at birth and come that may, no restraint to trap in a cataclysm thousands of beings living.
The prolix Gaia seems indifferent to crushing what she initiated.
- if time and chance are the keystones of the fertility of the planet, this continuous transformation is also a pledge of death for the living. Any organism only occurs there for a limited time.
- the billions of species, with their ingenious treasures and technical prowess, can recognize themselves lucky that Mr Chance - who has no memory - has reached their elaboration. This Mr. Chance is really good.
- the symbiotic strategies that very distinct species have woven together, confront us with subtlety and poetry. (That contrasts with our daily life)
- it is confusing to accept animal consciousness as a simple continuation of molecular combinatorics.
Life therefore appears as an uninterrupted ballet that is very single-minded. Could not we then transpose this fabulous choreography into a subtle women's game ?

Certainly !
Miss Universe sets the rules.
All it contains obeys its law. We recognize 4 dimensions, 3 spatial plus the time that prints the pace. However a theory of unification of the laws of physics lend him at least 11 dimensions, as if the human perception was partial and imperfect.
Miss Earth that strolls on the outskirts of the Milky Way is rather well off. Certainly she had a rough childhood but on its "one billion years" anniversary, she already had a beautiful profile. Nowadays, the Beautiful Blue (BB) looks great under its sun, and many havenly-bodies are jealous of her.
As to Miss Life, she was prowling around. Places around can have many aspects, from the singularity attached to our little piece of cosmos or - let's see big - to an extra dimension that would escape to Miss Universe's authority.
Miss Earth showed really many assets and Miss Life was impatient to appear and play in such beautiful theater ! She couldn't bare no more. She went to knock on her door. As Miss Earth proved to be helpful and good fellow, the deal was quickly made. She would support Miss Life, who in return would bring colors and fantasy. The first symbiosis was born.

So to Miss Earth would be blameless ? She would only be the mirror of Miss Life within the limits allowed by Miss Universe ? But what is the real nature of Miss Life ? A wave ? A property of space ?
Here we face up to a hilarious illusion, but before considering its possible benefits, is there nothing in our daily life that could corroborate this hypothesis ?

Maybe... the human !
That earth after 3.5 billion years, still eager for prowess and novelties, has made mammals emerge and especially the Great Apes, okay. That in her enthusiasm, playing variations, she had passed to the first hominids, all right, but it was already playing with fire. But then give birth to the most perfidious and toxic being she has ever borne, wouldn't she it lost its mind ?
Lets's go back to our approach. Life who was looking for a small rock or branch on which to rest, is delighted by Earth welcome. Any time, any place, any form, from the little tiny to the big giant... it gives without counting. It's been a long time that it has nothing to prove. It could have gone on like this for long but yet it feels a lack.
"Nothing on earth is aware of this world, its variety, its beauty." So it decides to start a new challenge that would overcome everything has been produced before. It would provide a new species but for this one, no more barrier ! It will have the chance to understand everything, to contain everything, to destroy everything. Ecce homo ! This classifies human in the various sections of anomaly, anachronism and catching up of nature.

Anything that swarms on earth would translate the shockwave of Miss Life ?
Everything that lives could be regarded as a receptacle, a piece of organized clay submitted to the laws of Miss Universe, but in resonance with Miss Life ?
And the addiction of Miss Earth to life would betray its role of antenna ?
When we contemplate the Beautiful Blue, we not imagine that it floats in the cosmos like a breakaway, a little bubble at the crossroads of two worlds.

Even if the hypothesis of the Women's Game may seem absurd, we must not deny our pleasure. Lets's enjoy the romance and take a break, forgetting the inextricable mishmash that thrives on the surface of the world.