When the magnetic fields of one capitulates to the other the memory formed is of the imbalance in the order of things.
Something had to give. The question of which -- the capitulant or the holdout -- represents harmony and which represents discord is the true play of human activity upon the backdrop of species, origin, evolution... all those fun things that spin miraculously toward heat death or the creation of infinite universes.
Where the human seed sprouts truest is in the spiritual escape from the rigor of survival to a balance of harmony. In this path the admission of true form is an acknowledgement of the imperfect inheritance of the sacrifice each human must make of another to go forward.
Our colonies, our cultures, our pitched battles for resources or ideologies we concern ourselves to make or assert as the form of our limited ability to telegraph the message to everyone that we only wish to be friends.
The centre is perpetually moved by diaspora never to be found and pinned, as wave after wave of emotive contemplation separates us from childhood, family, friends, time and location.
To suffer the heat death alone or to spawn a new universe is a task no cyberdraped evolution can influence or overcome.
It is the only certainty is the life placed in your own hands.
The only transience is the clarity held against the sanctity of all life.
-- this ice is my environment --
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