As the perpetuation of the thought of things, memory is the errant power that figures in all the genesis, pollution, compenetration, association, dying, decay & preponderance of ancestral stuff that spires us, be it the light that quickens the thinking tree, water that flees the fingering root, or the beast’s great annuli & its years that flee; figures in its rings of lignin & that lignin's rings of phytonutrients, companion energies of bond as those of division, each sink & fountaining, every ascent out of the emptiness, every ascent of remembrance touching the ineffable newness of what is not yet a thought of a thing, but will be.
To learn is not unique—we’re certain that knowing is as abundant as all the time & emptiness that floats & currents the variety that makes for ruined pines & whispering snow, or the oil of worms & their heated, unguent holes; that quickens mycelium threading its chalk-white hyphae through naked waste, or makes its way among the excesses that commune as humus; as common as the breathing fundament that exhausts & issues—learning is the effort of the ignorant: of silt loam, of root, of nematode, of protozoan & dying bacterium, of the discarded feathers, the ravished carcass, the corrupt bark & tree-throw, the gravel bar & braided river, the foot-hill of breccia & lava flow, the abyssal plate & whet sierra, the fire of viscous plumes engorged & frenzied for these heaving seas, fossil light, not even plenished, penetrating vast distances, laboring thought through all this dark & all this emptiness.
