In Silurian night, some four hundred & forty or so million years hence our troubling dominion, plant & fungi, thread to root as hand-in-hand, came by dark to a barren place. A blasted land, desolate of all organic conjuring but for oceanic Monera (three billion years the fluency & spring of cellular fountaining). They, anointed with instruction, understanding & aim (thrice accounting of the Great Permanence) tenuously dipped into an unwelcoming ground of elemental discord which, as proper symbionts, in time turned to a nourishing soil. Our planet became green and nothing was ever the same.
Today, conoybe tenera (?) and others of this ilk, rise out from a rich humic world, where below the hyphea conjoin, copulate and send their pregnancies to the extreme of mycelial netherness, stooling into a mammal's terrestrial heaven. Virtually all of plant life betroth fungi in a Love that could teach us what we have yet to learn. Regard Mycorrhizae.
This love one day may come, for within this uncertain, shifting, (transitory?) ascendancy of H. sapien, we of the human nursery are granted generous access into the wonder of things. Science and its ability to attenuate the excess of Love's fellowship , manages its insights through the innocent yet fertile dialectic of speculation & experiment. Repeatability serves as an organic truth-- a truth that is mortal; that is born, comes to youth with an envious reputation; flourishes even as it ages, than passes into neglect, its withered fruit left hanging, its trunk blacken.
Novel imagination, acute physical intuition & the guiding light of mathematics (permutation of ritual instruction!) have driven the cultivation of knowledge into the unseen, where vast areas of omission & ignorance--long hostile to any seed-drift from our fields of inquiry, almost in an instant, are ablaze with understanding.
Science has given us the liberty to spy into the enthusiasm of sensed-at-truths conjugating in the teeming, frothed earth. It has demonstrated to us the most important portal into the mysteries of birth & burial is this "sensual organ" we call mind. The contemplation of ideas that seem to be teased directly out of the relatedness of earth & the love it flourishes.
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