Beartooth

by Callan Wink

Thad had a general idea, and it came down to particles. No matter on earth could ever be truly destroyed or created, only changed. He remembered that from science class. Where consciousness came from he wasn’t sure except that in the end it was nothing more than a byproduct of the unique arrangement of molecules. And if this was the case, then other arrangements of molecules—trees, grass, rocks—had something like a consciousness that was inherent in them, and all these things were connected, because at some point all matter was part of the same piece. All there is was all there ever was. No more, no less.