Obseqiousness counts! You are allowed to use it! Incalculably many before you and your children to boot will find this tall order easy to prepare. Amnesty and awe await the you that finds a way to please, to set yourself into a different shape. We’re all clay! Can we find some time in our clock-locked schedules to mold, a little? On the seas, there are oceans. Yeah right! On land, there’s ground! Do you see what I mean? I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t. Let’s all get fired up together and see what buildings we can knock over. Cement is learning to grow like flowers. We have a new nature, and it’s ourselves. Ambitionlessness and wastrels can be our food and we can dine on ourselves until day is done. Elegance is the new money! Do everything as smoothly as you can until the day you die. Flow like a thing that flows well. Take lessons from people who know how to do it, because they definitely want to teach you. It feels good for them. And you know, when you find yourself in a situation, that’s where you’re supposed to be. It would save an awful lot of time if we just left it at that. Garbage is waiting for us to pick it up and eat it, because until then, the garbage starts to feel useless, let alone what we feel about it. There’s life everywhere if you don’t stop yourself from stopping to look. Or maybe if you start starting. It’s an elegy when you don’t listen closely enough. Because it can seem to be all arbitrary, to an untrained ear, when you can’t figure out how to pray and the clocks are ticking. But when you can think, there’s always more time. Remember that, as long as you can think, or feel, there’s always more time. Because when there isn’t time, it’ll be gone anyways. So let it serve as a reminder to you.

There’s an onslaught of color and sound all the time but it took us a long time to turn off the feelers and now we don’t know where to stand. Unluckily for the world, here we still are, and we’re ready to rumble. Let’s take all the trees and make them into buildings. Oh wait! They already are! Let’s live in the forest and carve ourselves holes out of the ground and the wood. We can hang stuff up on the insides, like spatulas, or forks. And we can make a new meal that finally tastes like the sky does, a warm morning. Something so effortless you can’t even hear it anymore. We can take the metal and scrape it on the ground to show the ground and the metal what they’re both for. We can make everything a soul and keep the paradise for something else. In man, there are always new beginnings. There are the ultimate amount of routines considered in all our bodies and hearts, forever. Because all we have to do is look for long enough, and there it is. Sometimes it takes years, but you remember about time. And then everything’s fresh, again.

When we get tired and our bones make cracking noises that they’re not supposed to make, there will be rest and tired for all. We can sleep, and find a new day, until day has worked itself through, and there will be dark. In the dark, we can find ourselves, and each other, through the touch of human night, and the warmth of breath. We can hide under blankets until the fears go away, and we can stand strong in their faces until they scream. Lots of things to stomp on. Many structures to upend. And then we will have a place we truly want to be.