Energy without fatality (immortality without life) is barren of thoughtful perpetuations like sex, death, gravity & emptiness. All that pass away, we assert, seeks the awful cold of perfect stasis. Yet each trace of spent energy, each intervention of ruin & decay dilates Time & makes the everlasting fat with planets. Without "companionable influences" what could Sojourning do but waste in dreams of unpleasant equilibrium? Remembrances (these traces that spores, seeds & galaxies perpetuate) are intimates of Time, suasions to all that is issued, be it the uplift of a sea-floor to feed its rivers, eclosion of larva that eats its chorion or fealty of woodland a fire ravishes. Pilgrims such as the virile sun learn to impregnate & we, round-womb, are taught to birth & flourish. Instruction swells as we secrete, accumulate, divide, gather & die out. In truth, there is no trace without a willing ignorance to be "educated" along the way. This is what a wild universe does with a mountain geranium—a fatal novation that defies the expectation of heat because fermentation of dark has become soiled, gravid & expectant.
May each of your paths be as pregnant.
Geranium richardsonii
