The urge to live;
possessed by the powerful and the poor, the wise and the stupid, the cursed and the blessed;
braving enemies, elements, stalking death, powers visible and invisible;
is unrivaled by any other impulses, forces, tendencies, pulls, or triggers seen in the universe of creation.
The urge to live is the fundamental principle of creation.

Liszt and the leaves sooth me
and I sway over the pavement looking up at their foliage

if there is an answer it is there
in their rustling, in their meeting of the wind and in the simplicity of the mystery

Actions performed in the present are transformed into future experiences.

I see patterns
Of people and things
Some draw me in
Others repel me

Then those patterns
That I can’t figure out
Eventually are revealed
Over time, even distance

Or there are patterns
In beginnings or starts
That were interesting
But really just a veneer

Then I saw a pattern or was it two
One was all these things, yet none
Another was cacophony of intrigue
And a piece of melodramatic nonsense

As the first was entwined
Inside a mysterious vibrato
The second wrapped words
In a seductive dance

Yet the shadows of each appealed
To remain as they could suffice
Choosing paths and trails reigned over me
Unraveling seemed imperative

And I still wanted to shudder
To revolt against the pull
I know my curiosities
This time will it finish me off?

Why hippopotamus tagged the dangerous animal?
I guess, why not human??