Deep inside the oceans, lying on the ocean bed are communities of a particular kind of living beings, identified as shelled molluscs. Amongst other varieties, there is a certain variety on which I have focussed today.

Deep down where they are, there are no waves. There are currents which flow around and about. These beings, as is the nature of Nature, live and let live in these currents. They open, respire, ingest food, release waste and shut… over and over again, as is their design. For some other beings, they are food. So occasionally, they are caught, scooped out of their shells and eaten up.

Sometimes, the survival instinct found in all living beings assists these molluscs to escape being eaten up. However, an injury could be caused, especially if the mollusc is young and less mature. Its shell is still soft enough, and can chip off, and if it is open around that time, the chipped piece can float in and lodge itself in the soft tissues. Generally, the mollusc can encourage the exit of foreign bodies from its system, but occasionally, it may not be successful in throwing it out.
The chip, though disconnected from its organ, may not die. It may continue to survive and do its job, which is to secrete the substance of the shell it was part of. Also, as the presence of a chip of its own outer shell inside the mollusc’s body is foreign, the tissues inside secrete substances to encapsulate and seal off this irritant, as a cyst. This deposition of secretions in layers carries on and on. As long as there is that foreign body, this activity will continue. In time, as the mollusc grows older and mature, the quality of the secretions changes. It is evident in the appearance of this cyst, as the layers change from earlier brown to later, yellow to paling towards white with maturity. By the time the whitish layer appears, the mollusc is mature enough and the irritant has been quarantined deeply enough for its existence inside the body to not matter at all.

Enter another species of living beings, called homo sapiens, which includes this species of molluscs in their range of food.

They discover that one in hundreds of such shelled molluscs have a stony formation, and the mollusc which carries it is less tasty than others.
They are curious about the formation… and through centuries of curiosity, the object turns into a subject.
Then begins a different kind of layering. It is not of any pre-determined purpose, such as survival, or ensuring of survival. It is a mental layering of subjective visualisation.
The rare cystic formation inspires a sense of beauty, of significance. The process of formation fires up inspired symbolism. The rarity is interpreted as precious. The preciousness of the object becomes quantified. That quantity becomes its worth, its value. And subjective comparison of quantifiable value becomes a drive…

Now homo sapiens, blessed with such creative mental faculties that they can create every situation and HarvestingOysters10_C_Mcircumstance they want, around themselves… induce the formation of what they have deemed valuable to themselves. What was rare when initially discovered by them is now rarer… but no matter. Now they farm. They cultivate those shelled molluscs which have the biological capacity to protect themselves from injury in just the way that produces these cystic bodies. They introduce artificial injury to make the molluscs do just that… and that is all there is for the mollusc’s existence for the homo sapien!

What humans marvel as a pearl is Mother Nature’s assurance to oysters of healing from auto-immune imbalances.
Suppose we see the process of such healing intrinsic in Nature’s design, and transfer our wonder, curiosity and sense of marvel to it…?
Suppose we create pearls from our own selves…?


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. bodhimoments
    Apr 10, 2013 @ 11:13:43

    suppose we are pearls?


  2. jazzspazit
    Apr 11, 2013 @ 13:49:05

    Pearled in His Image Tuffeee 😀


  3. The World of Stories
    Apr 18, 2013 @ 11:54:37

    WOW. We can create our own pearls! ❤


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