After the emptiness, and the dreadfully long and circular expanses of times outside of time, within the somethingness then, chaoses emerged. And in an unknowable span of time, because it was and is contained within incomprehensible time then, a special and a balanced sort of chaos emerged, possibly as a bubble, or gurgle, or bang, or a gurgling burp of sorts. Which truly is fortuitous for us, because, without a delicate and delicious mathmatical balance, order within an entropy is simply not a possibility. Without order, there can be no self organization, and thus the hungers would never have been.
There were then, as there are now, innumerable hungers, the first thoughts, hungry little gob gobblers, gobbling up gobbables upon the fabric of the organized universe. That which was no longer an emptiness, organized and teemed with these new hungers, accompanied by satiations too. And thus with hunger as progenitor, a boundless macrocosm of microcosms bloomed into a heavenly and fibonaccic cosmos of famished little dancers upon the canvas of the eternal, apprehensions dancing with joys.
Soon too, emerged hungers for light, and for chemical connection, scent, vibration and sound, locality, pattern and of course for safety, so as not to be gobbled up and burped out too. And in time, as collectives of divergent hungers coalesced and matured within the dance of life, hungers for communion, understanding, beauty, novelty, nurturance, self expression and validation joined in the ecstatic and tantric ballet.
Many starry nights after we became a veracity of hungry dancers, and yet many starry nights ago, in a garden of Lotus, Marsh Lily, and Milkweed, and under a sprawling tree of life, Kunia sat, sharing an apple, Fuji I think, and pointing for her mother in wonder and in query at the starried night sky. They were nay chimp nor bonobo, but walkers of long walks, makers, and weavers of dance and song. It was on this night or one very much like it, with the hunger of childlike wonder as impetus, that the Goddess and religions, science, fairytales and the fae were born unto us, magic of course, already swirled wildly in eddies within us all. And then in time too of course, your hungers were gathered up, and you were welcomed to be with us, to dance your dances, walk your long walks, and to adventure and create what magic you might create amongst us here in this moment too. We are so glad to have found you, we are so glad to be with you, here and now, and again. Wecome home little dancer, welcome to the dance.
-Paul Tupciauskas
Art Ed Binkley
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