I planted some banana seeds from a few organic bananas a couple weeks ago. In the soil yesterday, plant worms were growing faster than the seeds. No sprouts found on the soil, just tiny white sperm looking entities that squirm around in their ground. It was as though in that space, there was a choice given, for the existence that dwells there to become either form of life. Both the potential to live and die within another that chose to consume. It may be deceit or it may be with awareness. The potential to influence or to drive the consumer in it’s supposed lucid experience. In its size and matter, it is mite and brilliance. To multiply and divide. To conquer in both independence and collective. To be of offering to what is in and of everything. That in essence is what makes it you.
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