I like how we have instinct for what isn’t disgusting. It’s like flowers automatically growing towards the sun.
Heliotropism. Yeah, that.
Non-disgusting-o-tropism. Not-making-us-want-to-kill-ourselves tropism.
We started low. And we’re reaching high.
That’s probably the advantage of starting low. It sharpens your instincts.
Above our station: that’s what we wanted to be. Because our station was so low. So base.
Which is why we chose philosophy. Which is about as far from our natural stations as anything could be.
Philosophy! Of all subjects! But we sensed the light. We felt it. We knew it was higher than we were. We knew it was better.
What are we going to amount to? This is it – this is already our peak. You realise that, don’t you? This is as good as it’s going to get. It’s downhill from here. Of course it is. This is it, the highest we’ll ever get. Enjoy the view.
Work in Progress 