I will create without distraction and I will create without destruction and I will become like a choking forest of greens, adorned with greens and reds ("For your sake it smears itself with green pigment, / The ecstatic reds of the roses"), and it will all grow wildly and completely and never die, until the whole world is covered with my vines. Nothing will rot into rich humus underneath the logs where the beetles and salamanders live. Nothing will decay in those drifts of leaves. I'll see to it and you will watch me. When there's no more room on earth's thin surface, you'll see me growing up and down, irrational floods of life, the pack rat of biology.

2002-12-07, mass extinction

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