Because of death there is something that yields the perishing a pregnant tense. If the Path lived that some give then would not birth ruin what a thing intends? There the surrendered that void their swarms to become a hollow where the dead are born? And yet the Root to come ruins what soil will flourish—its sloughed cells drown in the seep where the new-born swell voids formed by the vanished swarms that stem a cap an entire forest before! Nothing now wasting every reach a hole receives. This devastation of a soul’s tree what being a Root promises?
the path of least resistance
