Root Cap

Entail

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

This Vague Creation

Desire is anticipation of flux even if the change appears “blind”, “random” or “ignorant”. Without it the varying is aimless—amid the clamor & rout, no omission, no importance & therefore no selection (no appetite, no phagocytes). Seeking the satisfaction of change (the adventure of endosymbiosis), this precursor of Love is a cell’s esse—that is, no eternal abstract or impress of fate authors propagation, imagines a Garden of Innocence, a Reason of Perfection. Want makes pregnant the lightless, the unknown & all equilibria. On the Tendency of Varieties to depart indefinitely from the Original Type Alfred Russel Wallace urges the concerned to consider that sexual excess & its ecstasy of remembrance is the “tending” of all species for it. Whatever is fixed by God, whatever supreme idea of the permanent, whatever true form staid by divine intent (most of Aristotle’s essentia) is now a larva’s chorion; a brushfoot’s meconium. Eclosed are the variations constrained by Adamic permanence; liberated from the mortal afflictions endeavoring with little effect, the perfection of the Platonic. All ancestral forms are contingent upon the desires of prior ancestral forms, their copulatory exuberance & their indefinite, varied circumstances of an environment ceaselessly elaborated for the Cell to the good effect of the latter succeeding adversity, leaving behind progeny charged with a fierce sense to populate, pursue survival with obsessive self-interest & be lucky enough to have a planet (the "aim" of natural selection) set apart as sacred this varying of a very old appetite.

The Fertile

Selective pressure is largely the error of those pressured, who in profound ignorance enlighten the aim of those that copulate in profound indifference.

Death is like sex in that what is offered creates the variability worth remembering.

Jerusalem Cricket

The Everlasting

Sometimes matter makes it as certain as love: there is no difference between a god embodied & the body of a god.

Heal Thyself

There is something twisted about “planting” a tree: like debating a Trappist on the virtue of silence, raising mice to feed a cat, pumping ground water to fill a river, or gathering fat pericarps to scatter beneath the munificence of Quercus fecundus.                                           

In a thermodynamically adroit world where the sun is never lifted from Strata, nor dropped from the Enola Gay, trees plant themselves.

Yet no "sapient" can afford to ignore the imperative PLANT A TREE! Nor what that imperative portends, though it now seems
too late for even our deep-rooted friends?

Venous & The Vague

Leaves are the emphasis of sunlight just as rivers are the emphasis of a sea. They mark the importance of the ungovernable & the generous—each incited by the excess they receive. Yet a leaf & a stream are themselves large societies, built-up by cloying entities such as the excess of green cambium or extravagance of turbulent flows. We can relieve either, their obligation to the emphatic & allow both the mark of importance by distinguishing the endeavors of the meristematic that crowd in ecstasy against the rough bark of a branch, or the spontaneities of the diffuse that inspire molecular water to dance the frenzy of stochasticity. Root & rivulet, river & tree, sun & sea urge us to contemplate the important mark of indefinite entireties. For in part, our vagueness is the intensity of so much unaccounted complexity. In part, it is the vigor of all this disorder into solidarity.

Pieris rapae

We value clarity. Honesty is clear. Arithmetic & road maps are clear. Our love for children is clear. To be injured & need help is clear. To be generous is clear. To fear the warrior is clear. To be at war is vague. 

We are vague when we feel celestial heaven. Vague when we touch terrestrial dirt. Vague when we love & vague when we sleep. Vague before birth. Vague before death.

Hope is vague, to care for the old is clear. To want a butterfly is vague. To know its Latin name is clear.

Dust & Wind

We mistake our insignificance for the immensity of a universe. There is no creation that would disdain us as increase as there is no increase but what is born so slight it bears upon our dreams. Our becoming is almost the perfect incremental—be it the shimmering cooperation of an electron, or the congress of dust & gas & cold chaos. It is what each of us needs to find the future. But having been is what makes us understand. Its remembrances provide us not only a "sense" of direction, but a sense of just how immense it really all is!

The seed left with the wind. The wind that changes everything. The seed fell from the wind. It was covered with dirt so it might cover the earth & change everything. What is there that will not ravish the wind?

M. Fly

Intimate Splendor

Companions are the fundamental unit in the metrics of universal solidarity. They are the means of intimacy & why we copulate. Source of the symbiosis that make us organisms. They are the entities of our adventures. For whose benefit we create. They are the way we seek ourselves because companions incite
understanding. They are the path that people the way through conflict--- the fundamental people of peace. In a world where life is the purpose of learning, and learning is how love labors, companions are the agents of love’s instruction. They may waste like a river & rot into dirt. They may ruin with age & make us anxious of death--- but they are there at our birth and all through our lives they surround us & make us endeavor the world.

Righteous Violence & The Failed State of Nature

The several hundred acres of life that managed to stay hid as "fallow ground", is gone. The ground will remain fallow (no "farming" is anticipated for years), but its is now distressed ground. Harrow ground. Whipped-by-its-leash ground.

Gone are the all the grasses; all the herbaceous flowerings; all the many, many spiders; all the many flies; gophers, field mice & voles; gone are the merlins, the kestrels, the kites, the hawks;  gone the skippers & butterflies; gone the jack-rabbit & bush bunny; gone the red wing black bird, the quail, the starling, the robin & swallow; gone the gopher snakes & garters & kings & rattlers; gone the hurrying lizard; gone the many species of beetles; gone the crickets, gone the lacewings; gone the grasshoppers, the leaf hoppers; gone the great blue herons; gone the barn owl, gone the great horned owl; gone the ground squirrel, the red squirrel; gone the bob cat, gone the coyote.  Gone the satisfaction of the sun and how our planet endeavors.

The many, many more we cannot name because we do not know—they too are gone. Gone is the path. Gone is the expectation. Gone the intimate splendor. Gone the surprise. Gone the companions!

Gone the companions! Gone.