At 1:04 we praise
Nothing
But
The mind for staying
Here

With us.

Imagine the loss of thought
Loss of inquiry
Loss of doubt or back peddling

If I lost the ability to question
And mistake
I would lose the task to progress
And preserve.

A moon has nowhere to go
But orbit and love has nothing to do
But be affirmed, to be challenged, to be
Cascaded with blown plums and fresh ***.

I'm here, we're here

Are you?