What will be egged is first pregnant in touch which bodies the thinking that dwells in abiding ignorance.
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A Longing
Seek it in ignorance to know the delight in what will be found for desire is a way to remember what it will become. 
Memory is the discarded integument of light.
The Rest is The Sea
Mortality allows wandering to be conserved by wisdom—if long life acquires it.
Those of mature enthusiasm that natural charm brings to a knee are enamored by what is egged. Thoughtful wombs that bring forth bodies that move with limbs like arms & legs, such animals, this long life reasons, are evidence of a thinking thing. But so is a tree of solum, the leaves of pig thistle, the ambitious sun & its conjuring dirt that returns life to the dead. So is the bacterium compelled by flagellum through the clear spittle of the wandering beetle; so the bacterium compelled by flagellum through the gut of a wandering animal with camera in hand. The hand itself, a thinking thing. Indeed, should we stray further into the intimacies... 
where genitalia issue a sticky flux, be it earth wet with organic carbon from the seeding of engorged comets, to an eroded belly of soil penetrated by a stream, or ooze of tree water that seeks the flower amorous the fly, or great abstractions like the river of time & the uterine emptiness, or great abstractions like death & charity
Intimately Entangled
Decay complicates authority, making big tribes like us belligerent—small life is so fecund! Let the grass grow wildly in love & a satyr will appear to define the strife. 
The complex of Poaceae we need to thrive is without vexation & mostly the dream of those sleeping. In such a dream those dead are alive & those alive are asleep & those asleep will awake as a fierce issue of dream every seed remembers.
California Ringlet
Walking With Heraclitus
Immortals are mortal, mortals immortal, living the other’s death, dead in the others’ life.
Emptiness is what befalls the Everlasting as the everlasting “absence” itself by coming alive. It is the perpetuation of mortal longing, the flourishing dead, the emptiness our absence needs to thrive--- the vitality & appetite in what my companion means by “the others’ life”. Emptiness is the coming to life of the everlasting because “the others’ death” is the reason we are alive.
Gods die so larvae might live because gods come to life so a fly may die.
It cannot be otherwise, there must be gods because there are eggs that penetrate—their instars eat who we are into emptiness.
Life is everlasting because maggots make us immortal.
