Let the propagation of light persist long enough & it will become sex. Let sex propagate long enough & it will become a sun. The generation is not born of water or fire, of omnipotence or willfulness, of synthesis or dialectic, of selection or variety. To breed light requires emptiness. To populate what is lit requires death. Ruin is upon its back & open-thighed; the living, erect & ready to penetrate. The world grows round with phyletic wombs. Increase of a dark universe is Love's radiance. 
