Quantum Biology

Nothingness,Darkness … Moistness, Tingles … Movement, Hunger … Energy, Synthesis

When you see a tree, think a bit about who it is, what it might be thinking, how long has it been growing there, why would it take interest in who you are, and how you could make its life a little better. After all we need trees far more than trees need us.

Five was the younger cousin of Four, and in Four’s mind, a drag on their popularity.

Four the true alpha of the age, didn’t care what they did, so long as the current audience loved them.

Three was off in hes own mind drifting in the clouds.

Two was sure they would be the next great garage band phenomenon.

One thought they were a street dance crew.

E’s excitement to visit hes grandparents was of course mostly to hang out with E’s cousen’s pack of opposite gender friends.

E had a strong pheromonal attraction to the hes opposite gender, but hes name reflected no gender, nor did hes morals.

E had a name, but considered it irrelevant. It did not fit in any aspect of who E was.

E packeted hes bags in excitement of a visit to hes grandparents.

… Tanec Mimo Dejin … (Slavic for “Dance beyond history) … (Alternate Chapter 3)

He stood there before her arms extended guiding the wave to the sky. A brightness flashed with a boom shocking her to meandering mind to an alertness of the moment.

The images morphed with the thought of him being blue like the water, and shaped as a human.

The thought overlaid with images where the sticks were sand, and he wrapped his wings around her in protection from a wave.

Her mind drifted to the memory of how the collection grew, how she played with it, stacked it, patted it, and padded it. A good feeling kind of like him, somehow her mind linked image of them playing stick pass with the thought of arranging her easeful bed.

The collection, now an integral part of her comfy perch.

Occasionally she would keep them to add to her collection on the little ridge here.

Back then he would always pass her a stick when ever they were near, then kept wanting it back from her.

Her mind drifted freely as she thought about him. He had been one of her brown and white patched friends she played with by the water a couple moltings ago. She still noticed him there occasionally, his colors now handsomely full and distinct.