It is a mystery how all this matters light circling light so intently a profound weight born of relativity changes a negative to a positive turns a lighthearted affair substantial A vast collection of these contingencies congregate by some strange attraction reaching across the void only to crush themselves in their collective action into carbon copies, hot air, and other complexities shedding continual light in its smashing only to collapse under its own manufacturing and give itself back to the universe to perchance evince a life of its own upon the foundation of its ruin From under what strange circumstances does the miracle of life spring A mere chip off the old spitfire collides with a celestial being who sets its orbit, gets its pulse beating and ritually guides it in its dreaming After phases and phases of icing–over and fuming near extinguishing from within its nebulous sea a chemical compound redounds in recreating its structure, preserving its memory with tiny changes here and there growing larger and more defined recomposing its recomposing At first, blindly following the light a sensitivity beckons focus a pair of eyes peer out from the depths Now on two legs, a monstrous stomping over the earth kings tyrannously rule and a growth of wings and a chirp, chirp of birds and tender little things Who begin to talk and repeat make tools to pass along and pass along ways to make tools and think about things And ages and ages of such talk and figuring such that remembering back to earlier days seem a dream And with each age some savage desire to love and sustain yields a development from the elements of a previous fire The world is heavy with inheritance buried in the vastness of time and space from half–conscious fumblings cosmic heirlooms accrue amid the ruins of ancient beings arises, painstakingly crafted, itty–bitty things from itty–bitty things