Waxing Philosophical

Life
What is it? How does one define the concept of life? Is it autonomy? Is it a sense of self preservation? What is life? And does the definition matter? Systems... a system doesn't need it's parts to be defined to function so long as those undefined parts do whatever task it is they are set to do.
Rise and fall, beginning and end, nonsense in a timeless expanse. Eternal flowing has no start or finish only the constant motion of change. But what drives the movement? What keeps the everlasting rhythm in time? What metronome give a beat to the universal waltz? And is the pace ever constant? Are we the pace makers?

Life...
The word holds so much power. Such significance in a single syllable. Humanity, kindness, joy, pain, experiences, brief, temporary, blessing and curse... all subjective based upon a single factor... the ego. Is the ego what life is? What is life? Why is it important. It IS important, at least, to me, but why?! Is it simply because I have been bludgeoned with messages that tell me so for the entirety of my existence? I was going to try and imagine if I were raised in a culture that life wasn't treated as important, but I couldn't fathom such a thing. If life were not valued on some primal level, what would be the drive to eat, drink, move? Would creatures bother to lift up their heads after birth if there was no value to life? Simply unfathomable. And I have thought at times that life had no value, but only fleeting times, otherwise I'd not be here writing this.

Life...
Continuous though undefined. That's the way things work. No need for definitions, things, all things go on. It is only a feeble attempt to simplify the complex nature of all things. The human mind cannot comprehend the world without trying to categorize, simplify. So many things... 'things', such a vague word, a word that by it's essence categorizes all into one group... but isn't that the whole point of language? It attempts to simplify life, experience, so as to find a way to connect with other entities and communicate thoughts and ideas that we really have no clue as to whether we actually successfully convey those thoughts.

I suppose I need sleep. Too much time thinking...