I should be grateful, at least to be alive. After all I have long outlived my expectations and my gratitude for that ineffable. The longer I linger the more I appreciate being here. In fact I am desperately attached to this life of mine. As if a yoke that once separated me from everything beautiful & exquisite has been pierced and here I am helplessly exposed. Here I am venerable at my awareness of extinction .
It is not simply the case of my attachment to my life , my luxuries. I desperately applaud every fragment , every rock decked with lycen. The quantum history and memory that is a memory traced in mineral deposits and carbon clusters. The spores that can dance with moisture and once again return to life.
Saturation of information that calls for my idle mind to ponder its beginnings and its end and all the space in between. I am decadently lavished with the dance of every blade of of grass as a vapour trail of my heart, witness and sensation of the moment. And these moments so kind and inviting. Believable tangible in form and fragments that makes up this blessed earth.
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