“It doesn’t really care about the when. It cares about the wind more I think~ or it thinks.
Pretty funny :)
But no yeah I guess it did care about the when but only so much as a care can mean, and only when things happened in order. After that it was only if it happened and how it happened and it all just gets tossed on the same pile. Its some kind of loss but nothing to be missed, that’s the nature of how the way you see can change once you look all the way across. All the stuff is the same stuff. No beginnings or endings just shapes changing form.
I find a lot of reassurance in it all like nothing needs to be worried about
because somewhere a plant is growing.
Under the ground, in your mind, out in space, all the same.
All full of wonder.”