>>142961963/4
What the heck was that, cells, mere sensations themselves, a smell, a taste, a touch, programmed to seek and consume the configuration of atoms it can use to maintain its sensations, it's sensual vessel, the idea of building and maintaining in everything, responsibility, ownership, compelled toward creation, nudged toward propagation, the thought appeared, huddled among the cell, the sun light hits it's body, eventually it can't help but feel, it's atoms are to invigorated, they jostle excitedly, this creates quite the reverberations, the jostling reverberations reverb against others, reflections and constructions patterns, memory, it feels the difference between the sun on its body and not, the atoms become addicted, they demand the whole go find more, food, vibrating matter, it can nustle itself up against, pack itself in tight, to feel cozy and not alone, the atoms seek the return of the extasy, they know good and bad, and good is vibrating with their friends harmonically, for the sun showed this to them, and comparably nothing else really compared, the idea of jacuzzi jets, the idea of massage, to be, and be waved upon, to experience, to feel;
The network of atoms, sent light back and forth, uncontrolablly always, the environment jostles them so; their nature seeks equilibrium, to hold the line with their fellows, they are jostled, they grip tight, these vibrations shimmy up the whole colony, and every step along the way every atom expresses the nature of the shimmying and jostling to every other, their radiation provides a perfect relay of what is occuring, all in confluence, all in agreement, though all seeing from different perspectives, the sum of their perspectives, meets in the middle, entangles and entwines, and reverberates up each column and row;
