24. Winter

Winter

Mosaic made from street litter.

“It is winter now. Wait. Inside her. Her three aspects. Girl, Mother, old woman. She as the single cell ameoba. She as the whole of nature. All matter is energy, and all energy has the potential for thought. What is thought? The ability to make a decision? When matter is thinking it may be conscious? If cells collaborate they can behave like a multicelled creature. The many as one, the one as many. Yet all still part of her. Can she behave somehow like a singular organism. Like a conscious creature? Perhaps this is fate. It is winter now. The Sun’s magnetic poles shift. We must wait to be reborn.”

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