we live, but what is life?

Life is a spark divine. 

No man can replicate it outside of gene manipulation.

Cloning is not life. It is not the spark that gives life. 

It is not creation from the void, creation from nothing 

is an oxymoron. We must have matter to create.

We mortals do not possess a void or an absolute nothingness. 

There must be something from which to begin.

From the simplest to the most complex of our inventions, 

we must have substance. We must have ingredients. 

We must have atoms and the particles of which atoms and 

subatomic substances themselves are made of. We cannot 

bake a cake with flour, eggs, salt, milk and other ingredients. 

The ingredients do not rise spontaneously. 

We cannot speak them into existence.

CERN, the European collider crosses a threshold far 

beyond the most minute elements of elements to the 

very quantum of quantum/ness infinitely ever possible 

by use of the microscope and even the electron microscope. 

As particles are divided into ever tinier sub atomic of the 

subatomic, a final threshold is breached. We cross into 

the void. A void that is devoid of matter, yet we are made

from the void, the height, the breadth of it. We touch. 

We enter. We enter into the spirit realm of which no man 

truly knows other than that we are empowered to know 

by spirit. In the case of science manipulation using 

amazing quantum mechanics, we stumble into a domain

we know little about. But even then we have not have 

discovered the well spring of life.

Our world is a dualistic reality. At its essence whether

we understand anything else, lies the basic structure of 

good and evil, ethereal substance which empowers flesh 

and blood and brain matter. Yes, brain matter, grey matter. 

Matter that is comprehensible, and yet incomprehensible 

to our mortal minds. For where is the spark of life in the 

brain? The substance of who we are cannot be found in 

our brain whether dead or alive.

Somewhere in the heart of cells we must have life. We 

observe movement and its well spring of energy, but not

life itself. We observe the shadows of life. Yes, somewhere

in the biology of cells is the well spring of life, but it is 

invisible. We know about each living cell component. 

The mitochondria are the energy factories, for example. 

But these microscopic entities of life are not life themselves. 

We will never isolate life itself; we are not capable of such 

a feat anymore than we can raise any organism back from 

the dead.

No one. No scientist. No team of scientists can trace 

the spark of life to the cell because it is not identifiable 

to us. No machine of ours, no medical team or psychologist 

will ever discover it. The spark of life in the human brain 

or any brain including the brains of mites and insects had 

not been isolated.

Life is not atoms, nor is it molecules. Life is not chemicals 

or biochemicals. Life is not amino acids in a primordial 

soup brought to be by electric charge.

Life is intelligence. Intelligence can be quantified in such 

ways as IQ tests. But intelligence is not an IQ, nor is it a test.

Intelligence is divine.

It cannot be built by man.

Intelligence is not a computer. It is not a brain.

Intelligence is not a program.

Intelligence is a reflection of what life is.

Life is a spark of divine intelligence.

Man cannot find the source of intelligence as if he were 

looking for the headwaters of the Missouri River.

Man cannot raise the dead.

Only God raises the dead.

Pluck a leaf of a tree. Let it die. Take it to laboratory. 

Resurrect it.

Take an urn containing the dust which was formally 

that of a living mammal. Place it on a laboratory table 

and resurrect it but he.

Life is power over death.

No one else but he has these keys to create life.

Semen is no life nor intelligence, nor is it life. Semen 

contains life.

The seeds of plants contain life but these are not life.

God is life.

His son stated simply: "I am the resurrection and the life."

God is the beginning and the end.

In the beginning was the word . . . God spoke and brought 

forth light. He spoke and all things were created, brought 

to existence.

Only God gives life and only he has power over both.

Life is good.

There is no other definition for what life is.

The antithesis of life is death.

(Death has an author too, but that's a different, although 

related subject).

Man knows life is good; it's desirability despite inclusive 

pain.

Life is the enjoyment of living, breathing, being, thinking,

Life is the 10 commandments, even as it becomes 

increasingly prevalent that technology obscures God's 

word and the meaning of life in the divine order of things.

Life is loving God by loving our fellow humans borne of 

the same ancestors in a garden long ago.

Life is doing what's right; it's imprinted in our make 

up like a blue print,

we choose life or death.

The author of life is the creator, invisible God, only one. 

It's absolute, absolutely true that God is love.

So if you were to ask to see life, to see what life looks like

if life were incarnate, we would see his son.

How can life be death?

How can death be love,

No way!

Life is indescribable, inconceivably brilliant bright, 

awkward words for there is no explanation. No mortal 

can stand in its presence without being vaporized, 

instantly blinded, but the son reveals the invisible to 

the spirit in every person.

In conclusion, although mortal man will never 

understand the essence of life

he may understand that he is alive when he finds the 

well spring of life,

when he allows himself to be found, he is alive then, 

not only as a biological organism, but spiritually alive.

"I think, therefore I am," Descarte said.

Jesus, the Christ said, "I am the way, the truth and the life."

The answer as to what life is, is this: life is God's son.

Some things are easier to define than others. Things of 

the spirit, like life, can never be fully defined, but,

life is a who

life is a person,

life is the opposite of death, its antithesis,

life is good and it is what most of us want . . .

I was transported into a heavenly throne. Life shone 

brilliantly within, stars shone through transluscent domes,

vast and immeasurable galaxies like tiny lights subdued 

under a great command

a great order,

they danced and sparkled as to a tune, a melodious sound,

music itself a living thing into every pore in my spirit sense,

the dark of space not here, it did not prevail, but like a 

beautiful ornament far below

in dark of space, the physical dimension of his pleasure, at 

his feet,

his creation good, his purpose unveiled, still

beyond the capacity for my spirit soul to take it all in,

no need, no way these fleshly eyes to see

the universe sustained, its purpose, upheld by the father 

of all that is,

all that is, all that was before it was, the beginning,

who is before there ever was a beginning, self sustained,

life himself, there is no end, he ever lives

my spirit indestructible saw from deep within my being

glory light, glory pure, infinite beyond beyond

most good, good himself, benevolent love

kind and just and real

like flashes of plasma intelligent entities surround his 

throne

praising, fulfilling his will, watching over us

king of creation author of life

every particle accounted for

every life