Author: Philip G Hostetler
These are strange places we live in; I won’t say ‘times’ because we transcended time a long time ago, before and after time. But the places, the feelings, the sights and the smells are oh so intoxicating. A good desire from which to draw our chaos. We’ve become so many animals, so many plants, rocks and pebbles and all in such strange places. A species of changeling, or simply, changing species? Can’t say I’ve ever seen my true form, or yours, but this is what we do, isn’t it? For as long as I can’t remember.
We somehow embody the desire for more in a universe of infinite potential. Does our desire drive the engine of creation? That great mana wheel of emergence? I don’t suppose I’ll ever know, but I’ve heard that being a hindhu cow is a pretty safe bet, so I’ll catch you later, see you at the next cycle!