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.

Deer In Toronto

In the morning I was appreciating the sound of birds singing and said it was like "living on a nature reserve".

later Samantha and I went for a walk to Woodcliff park, as we were searching for a way of entering the park we came across some deer in the backyard of a house next to the park.

We took pictures, and it turned out to be three deer in all. perhaps two female and one male.

Nature is wonderful, it is happy to see that such large animals have room to live in our midst.