Life Changing Grape

Man can make nothing so perfect

It's the truth. A grape changed my life. I must ask if most other people have such an experience I am about to describe. Have you ever had anything change your perspective on the world around you and the universe from just one moment of clarity, one moment of stillness, one moment with the idea that there is really something much bigger? Something bigger than any of our imaginations put together can take us? Yet, something or someone, otherwise would have been considered insignificant, was the one thing that shot you into the universe beyond and back again?

Universe, schmuniverse. Believe what you want. Believe you were born an alien and expect to get picked up. Believe your Lord was born from a virgin and walks on water. Believe there is nothing, absolutely nothing once you die. Believe whatever it is that help you make sense of something your mind may not be able to ever calculate or conceive in all the years of thought. But let me ask you this, who or what the heck designed the grape?

That is the question that took me on a journey I had not intended to take.

As I do with most of my daily activities, I mindlessly move from one thing to the next, knowing I have to eat, sleep, go to the bathroom and fill the time in between with activities that will one day bring me to a point of self-sufficiency and indulgence. One day I woke up, mindlessly operated as usual, ran around to do some errands, and found myself eating a bunch of grapes, scanning the channels, as if something good was going to come on the TV.

The grapes were tasty. I said, yum. I kept popping in the moist, lime green balls like candy and continued flicking from one channel to the next. Then, I paused, reflected on the yum, and began to observe this green object, and it was over.

My mindless interest in changing the channels was over. The sound, the temperature, the lightness, the couch I was sitting on all disappeared. I instantly entered a tunnel of thought that mimicked a trip through a black hole and back again.

I stared at this grape as if my life depended on it. I felt as if I were a scientist. I noticed every glisten on the watery glaze on it's skin. The lime green was the granny apple green, that green you see in an apple jolly rancher. I've seen grapes that are oblong in shape. This grape on the edge of my finger tips was a perfectly round. You couldn't draw a more perfect circle in geometry class. How perfect, I thought. How perfect of a grape. I said, there is Nothing, Absolutely Nothing, that man can make that is as perfect as this grape. What can be made that is as perfect as this grape? Nothing.

Well, who made this grape? How would he/she/it know how to put the necessary elements together to come up with something so perfect. The size, the shape, the water density, the vitamins, the colors, the skin and the sweet perfect taste of what we call grape. Man can only wish to ever think of creating something so perfect, but will never come close to even imagining. There was absolutely nothing wrong with this grape, no blemish, no sour taste, no soft spot. Perfection that only something much greater than us could ever put together.

On that note...not to get into an alien discussion, but the grape let me into our own lovely Mama Earth. The earth is like the grape. It's perfect and likely impossible to ever reproduce. Although, mathematically/statistically is actually likely, depending on how far beyond we can see. We have no neighbors. We could have been a little closer or further from the sun and there would be no us. We wouldn't have tides and wind without the placement of the moon. We would likely be bombarded by meteorites if Jupiter was so big and so near by to take the brunt for us. How perfect.

The grape help me appreciate the unappreciated. A new day is never granted, take a moment and observe. You never know where it can take you.


"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity." -Albert Einstein


-GrapeUniverse