Molecular Zine I wrote on a folded piece of paper once

 Sometimes the world seems so solid.  but then it rains on a cold spring morning and you go out for a jog anyway and you notice your breath exhale as mist and you wonder am I water too?

and you wonder so hard you do some chemistry and find your breath does condense into water on a cold window pane and further.. if you breath into a solution of slaked lime your breath can precipitate out as limestone... some of your breath can turn into rock?

and the plants, the tall firm trunks of wood, all made of breath, can be burnt back into breath like you can when you are finnished.  

and if you wonder so hard at such transformations that you math the hell out of them like Einstein and Perrin did and decide that breath is a billion billion molecules who's collisions can be cleverly counted

and you patiently count and count and yes... 623,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 of them in the palm of your hand and you look deeper and deeper and you watch yourself when you were an

egg

in your mother's womb and watch that tiny amoeba suckle at her womb and grow so lush it splits into two amoebas and then 4 and 8 and 16 and 32 and 64 and 128 and 256 and 512 and 1024 and 2048 and everyday it's

growing, 4096... 262164...524188... 1048576... 2 million, 4 million amoebas bustling and hustling and building and learning to dance eyeballs and heartbeat and muscles and lungs

and 268435456... 536870912 and a billion and 2 billion and 4 billion and a vast nation of amoebas connecting and conversing and inventing and talking up a whole brainful of thoughts and desires to look inside themselves asking what is this amoeba

life?  with its hustling and bustling of 623,000,000,000,000,000 molecules each amoeba is and how does it live?  more molecular robots than there are bricks in all of New York City

in motion and jiggling and wiggling and dancing with each other,  calculating... and calculations come together to make comparisons, and counting and differentiating and deciding and sifting and sorting through

random jiggling quantum fluctuations of the universe to create nano transformer robots a society of them a clever squaredance of one hundred different dances with a

thousand robot dancers in each one and they all swirl together so that out of the crowd of jostling robots they can recreate any dance and spilling this tale out from scratch with pen and paper surely

got hopelessly lost in a bustling confederation of a trillion squaredances of a hundred thousand billion dancers each and it takes more than 12 small pages to comprehend life.