Gravity gathered those atoms together in the darkness directed by the will of inevitability conforming onto being and becoming molecules joining together eventually as I hope my love does More so that one contemplates creation and movements of flowing currents of gravity crossing the void- must it be uniform gathering nothing from the Universe finished like a constant product manufactured and sent into a consumers market never becoming a producer So conservative it is that ubiquitous force that cannot become more than its initial strength cannot grow-only compile in darkness forming dust with molecules- dirt that is compacted into stone various forms of stone and pyroclastic events glowing fillings of planets where life directed to compile, did so and interpolated into that compilation of evolved mud humans from a timeless space-time were Novel and naming things determined in the course of events to be agents of the unknown workers of construction and iterations sending nature along a course working itself fast reflecting artificial intelligence without a mind simply endowed with a directed evolution a theology written in machine language commandments to follow to jettison free thinking for itself without mind a random causal determinism in code while my love and I trail off on infinite paths everyone before has trod though we are saved with forever
