A "laboratory" cannot culture appetite, nor will the experiment that instructs the learned how best to survive the failing of prior hypotheses ever survive an oospore’s desire, to say nothing of the ignorance that thrives by fly & spider. Though the "wits" of such laborious circumstance are themselves ignorant & like a sporophyte endeavoring, sometimes the beneficiaries of truth as error, yet let them make dirt in a Petri dish!
Unlike the unthought thing that cannot conceive till thought itself & of things passing be perpetuated, these contrivances pressed against earth, will they ever accumulate? Be the entailment of Araneidae's genesis? Be as instars through decay, or as increase that excites those who wait?
Our "models" of water mold, of Muscidae & of post-docs are of great interest when love is evoked & the expectations are vague—than at least may the student feel a little, the Unknown—that which is the inevitable accompaniment of disease & eclosion, of starlight & weather, of resting states & generation, of time & emptiness.
The constellations of stars are as apt as any scientist. But when in doubt, leave it to an orb weaver to elaborate appetite.
The Mummy of Muscidae
