Maybe evolution is our true vocation
The careful creation of the right conditions
The cultivation of a steady oscillation
Between here and there time and space
A dream that is slowly waking up
Into its own unawareness of itself
And must within certain prearranged
Temporary limitations work out its next
Forward movement wherever the river is going
Having come far enough downstream
We fugitives and vagabonds
To comprehend the ocean
When we see it
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