Life in First Density Solid

Near the first incarnation you were a rock.
Feel being lodged in from magma,
Feel the rubbing against other,
Feel the rushing wind as you fly out of a volcano,
Feel the waves washing over,
as a sedimentary pebble, advanced
feel your layers of self.

It let we with you develop spiritually till we with you could become a fungi mold.

And then later you or a we a spoon.
Feel being manufactured,
Feel being stored with other-selves,
Feel your internal pressure differences.
We with you of many possibilities as a spoon,
since some we really love you spoon.

Remember we with you have carved stone.
Feel yourself the stone.
Feel the we artist giving you identity.
Feel now the painters; oh how their brushes caress.
Feel now the admirers.
Oh how we praise and worship,
A masterful you stone.

It gives we with you the advantage in co-ordinated efforts at host-body selection.