Lucid Embrace
A cross-breeze scent of pumpkin muffins laced in the rapture of cloves and cinnamon is the Lucid Embrace. And the herd lumbers toward their goal, linked together by the simple rules of emergence.
The beauty in the step, in the fractal necessity, is the familial hug. It illuminates the safe warmth of a guardian’s love.
In this complexity, high level of fragile order, is the meaning everyone searches for. It is both what drives the ape insane, and how Saints are born. It teeters by itself, cause of itself, like a game of whispered secrets, always threatening to topple the assembly.
And yet, the fear of the unknown pushes the Saints to live and the insane to die. One might be brave enough to believe that the apparatus actually functions as it should. Bonded together by directives of dread. And thus he spake, of an enlightened emergence and an understanding of circular eternity.
Impossibly hopeless and futile for the herd, who, embraced in the proximity of each other, find warmth in life and produce no madmen. It is the cadence of the unavailing march, their desire to reach the celestial boundary, that allows the herd to live in lasting peace.