The root rejects its host - it longs for the uncertainty
married to the bride that is freedom.
The host's piercing energy unravels involuntarily--
instinctively attempting to capture the renegade parasite which now seeks flight.
Roots are destined for stagnancy,
entrenched in the darkness of the cold, coarse ground.
Why flee the warmth of the sun? The radiance it promises?
The irrational allure of freedom is the answer.
Life: a linear spectrum of gray matter: rarely black and white.
Life and death, sun and shade - an omnipresent fusion of extremes.
Absolutes make it too easy.
We must live the questions.
Life: A dizzying array of colors, a precise inventory of formulas--
intricacy battles simplicity.
In the end, majesty won.
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