What's the sum of your cells? A sense of you that seeks and dwells. Many glom onto few— they are them, we, and who. Up and down, charm and strange, top and bottom rearrange. Stuff for thought is story bound—cast with characters lost aground. Glassy humor in thick light reveals truth by insight. An interactive state of goo that feels things the same as you.
What am I referring to? Beings




