REVENANT
Lone wasp... one of many on the lady of our lady's lawn.
So crowded and yet so alone, harangued endlessly by the 3rd law of thermodynamics.
And speaking of the mother of our mother's tresses, how could our empress also be our enemy??
Without her there would be nothing at all. So these barbs, mysteries, and encumberments that she bore us with, which may or may not be most representative, can be looked at as if they are the sweetest of kisses. To do otherwise would to be to choose folly.
Embrace cosmic gratitude in the face of disconnectedness and death, for you are the seed of the seed, born to grow wise, warm, and happy under the watchful eye of the sun.
