Seeds

The bee and the flower, how could either know
 that because of their little dance the world lives?

Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
 
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.

But for every word written in this single suspended point it time, there are manifold thousands that will never make it into the light of the living. Like sperms cells, words are seeds and the word we use to describe them can be intermittently used either in the singular or in the collective, even collectives of collectives. Some grow into nourishing fruit, some into more seeds and some are spilled to the process.

Good peoples of creative writ and wit, you have spilled much seed on the ground before and after you gave birth to your first darling baby child. But wasted seed is not wasted, rather, just the way of a man with a maid, and part of the primordial process, part of the sacred song and dance of the cosmos. Wasted seed is the currency you pay for your child to see the light on the living. Because the process, exclusive of the product is so damn fun, like a shopping spree.

We witness a thousand births a second, each taking a thousand ejaculated words to produce one single facet of a brand new idea, each as unique as a grain of sand in the Marietta Trench. Just look at two of them in your microscope if you doubt this. There are no living ideas that arrive into the light of day that do not contain in their DNA a collection of the whole package in a single word. All words are so arranged to produce yet another single drop of living poetic and unseen visual truth. And so the microcosm grows, intelligently, into the thousands, nay billions of universes that are produced every second of every universe. And this is only what our myopic telescopes can see, as Carl would say.

This is the Way

Words
Ideas
Relationships
Cells
Peoples
Planets
Universes
 
Same thing