we are all fool, ready to step into the void.
we are all one, in the moment and in many ways.
the time of day or night is circular and fleeting.
the art of nature, the nature of art-instinctive humanity without thought.
trees and plants bloom, grow, fruit, seed and die back. leaping into the void with no thought, just ongoing cycle of longer or shorter or warmer or not days and nights.
this fine earth, on which we all reside, spinning gently through space.
