A year in pyjamas

And as if in some sort of continuation engendered I would like to be the equation solved linking this apparent blubber based genius proved dissident to all the higher omniscience resolved and rephrased. That the ineffability turned so proud he cared plainly to have reacted to with sane tinged adoration. When the biology taught well adorned science discovered since before discoverers found signs obvious, the books of the systems sifted through had revealed books all of the year old. Being granted perfected safari sojourned ears apply to be journey witnessed so we can arrive historically as if an Indian knew one like you promise tuppence belonged right there particularly and as such of use. These are sayings located from the shallow dollar museum determined after prayers were made chorally for being the ending. The colourful painting of idyllic scenes only the surmising they should be so happy for would season colour I’ve always made approach to. The colour he loves me for is the colour that is in season. The sense of colour can only happen if you thought of when the colour would drain. There was an excitement felt in feeling in doubt and it properly coursed straight through the tumbling tease of a view; something that I remembered well. The verbal tone no one knows is one I couldn’t give myself to because I move so much you have accosted me. I believe you constructed his wars a unit out of all of button knot better raw. I did not realise the table held didgeridoos we do machines in because, echo be bothered, untold cherry bombs in the line of fire are yet chewing me, eye for an eye and coping news it seems. This is the news of days celebrated, some remarked and would begin figured as how then known. Icon be eradicated and chase like streams the land thinks I have sung amour lazily and the land thinks arm raising just now means just this stern river now flowing. There is a winding river you totally caused a tribe a can of grooming moon pulling up tides would worship. I’m just brave for space results in the sun’s gravity where the mass of the earth recognises the force and responds by pulling.

Yes it is the sun’s gravity pulling on the mass of the earth; and tides are created. And in trying to get back to the starting position of her orbit the earth speeds up to a velocity some say perfect; for without this value, namely, were it any more or any less, terrible things would happen. Either the earth herself would all at once fly off into the cosmos or worse would spiral into the sun and consequently burn, depending on which way earth’s velocity changed. Life as we know it would be forever ruined and in that capacity there would no one be alive. Of course, bound to this freedom restriction outlined, the members of the planet so adoring of it thus become the planet’s fossils and then, enlightenment obtained and located, simply talk of earth’s ways as though dead. For it is decreed: there will always be life; there is so much of it to go round. And as for the wildlife of the forests and woods there can be heights to soar as much as depths to explore and soaring and exploring those we must try the tangles of the treetop vines and do so until we have learned how to stand upright, and use our thumbs, thus, evolve.

And as I remember the feeling of paradise and the sun’s warmth and tree’s shade and cool running water that refreshes and the nourishment of the ripe fruit’s meat, fresh and delicious, sliding into my belly, the hammock’s gently rocking that swung me to a doze cradled me in dreaming a dream’s vision and I imagined towers of honeycomb stretched and looming into the sky’s pure blue. There were thousands of worker bees teeming in and out of each compartment’s opening and carrying bunches of nectar from the stamens of a variety of flowers, not very far away. The pulsating clouds were white and full and threatened no rain but promised occasional coverage and defended from glare. The soft breeze’s comforting feel swept over me like a blanket and I imagined mountains. They seemed to use their own gravitational pull for attracting swirls of mist to their ice capped peaks which cracked and splintered downwards as though they were crystallized rivers of iron. And from beyond them I could swear I saw a giant’s hands swelled and gargantuan, lifting what looked like giant honey traps coated with the new honey from the towering honeycomb. I would soon realise the bee’s were working for this godlike beekeeper whose world defined by the honeycomb’s magnitude reached sort of a pinnacle where sizes appeared unimportant and I could not tell the difference between an insect’s wings or the ocean’s waves; for there was an ocean. The ships and boats and vessels on that seemed to stretch, widen, grow with the distance they sailed away until I realised they were never sailing away.

And then on the shore the waves would crash and sink and the beach’s pebbles formed neat ridges like the nature of gravity dictated. I imagined for there to be tunnels and pathways under the beach’s chest and saw it to heave with such life as might be abundant that thriving society amongst society would reach forever down, that is until the earth’s core’s heat commands a ceasing to it. These vibrant burrows I understood to stake territorial claims for subsequent creatures, yet would be openings that pressure would collapse, let alone remain frequented by other species’ journeys. All the while, new holes and new homes and tiny groups of families and genera shaped the environment as much as they were shaped by it.

I imagined a war’s occurrence; thousands of ant-like crustaceans you couldn’t normally see by eye going against thousands of sand worms, some animal which otherwise would be helpless to defend itself. And by sheer squelching abundance the sand worms would prove themselves worthy of evolution’s continuation. They burrowed deeper underground, having lost many to the cause; they became warriors of a core’s warmth. So deep went they that even the tough shells of the ant-like crustaceans could not bear such temperature, although they knew of at least a little of the spoils. Soon it would happen to be such that they also become masters of their habitat and usurped our breathing beach. Soon it would happen to be such that the sea worms’ skin became harder and scales had taken form and living off of the nutrients of the sand their insides thickened and this meant they could go deeper. And soon they begin to thrive on the energy of hot rocks and the little contributions of magma’s goodness, and it was all but survival that they became quick. Meanwhile the evil crustaceans, the masters of their habitat, overcrowded and became territorial, and having fought the sand worms so far underground so long ago were now complacent. They consumed the washed up seaweeds and I imagine sometimes consumed each other. As such they diversified, like a society’s factions, the one assuming volatile dispositions, the other devolving reclusive, friendly temperaments, preferring defence to attack. Naturally the latter group moved inland, far from the shore, at least as far from their counterparts as they felt was necessary, while the former remained in burrows and scavenged what morsels they could, there being no longer anything below them. And meanwhile I imagined avenue’s streaming; roads and lines shooting past like a colliding of scopes and a big bang’s expanding. And as I lay there in the beast’s hammock, dreaming, I realised I was elsewhere. The closer images went away immediately and the horizon’s magnitude approaching brought a great tower’s being enlarging; and it was the only thing that wasn’t moving. It was like it stayed unmoving. And as I approached (I was wearing roller skates) I noticed how far away I actually was.

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