i broke my new arkansas yellow quartz trying to rub off a glue blob and it separated into crystals. like seeds. it was a nice little cluster and i felt sad it broke. but seeds grow separate and together. but it can can it can't it be mended. those broken vessels mended are strengthened right? now i wonder how this relates to the sad passion i referred to in the middle of the night and which is rooted in my personal history and manifests in present relations in difficult unique ways. the past is gone but not. the future is not but here. sometimes i don't know what i'm talking about or how to proceed with the weight, and the process—if it is—is mysterious. where am i going delves into where are we going and in former lives within this one where were we going and how do we understand this is a continuum or is it all simply seeds that cluster and come apart. after we stop believing the narrative of progress can we simply be seeds related to each other—to earth—here?