Primeval Nature — in her continuous bearing — propagates, substantiates and retires finite, countable aspects of herself as organic agencies of inextricable continuum consciousness. She lives, dies and regenerates as a self-possessed operative of selflessness.
Through her finely strung propensity for chaos, she acts out the fecund genius of her freedom to warp and weft. In-between those islands of living and dying — themselves rising and sinking at the thunderous beck and call of her cosmic breath — she is seemingly void of herself.
In each innermost chamber that is at once here and there, she is rendered breathless. Impaled at the peak of nucleoid consummation, implicitly penetrated and dispossessed by the immanent, indivisible source of her becoming, she discharges that sameness of singularity in every wildly strewn seed of elementary matter.