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
