So let’s accept it. We will fade and belong to that yellowish background of blur. A new, tiny, delicate being will come burgeoning from the same origin as ours. There is no slow motion, no fast forward button to make the drop melodramatic. We will simply fade and fall, as some invisible energy beckons our presence below. We will fade and fall and belong to that yellowish bed of certainty. It will be a mellow descent towards a force as familiar as our birth. Upon the first touch, we will vanish with the tribe.
So let’s accept it and gravitate our attention to every organic moment of the spiral.