INVOLUNTARY ATTENTION

Usually, we undertake a long trip in order to land into a 'beautiful' landscape, a 'new' 'unspoiled' venue;

But 'landing' into life, upon being borne into it from the gods will, if we ever took time to look around, under, over our own vessel of life, we would find a rotting magma of discarded stuff, the type of food just right for what they call dung beetle;

Well life is not 'given', it is a vessel, a container which upon landing over favorable grounds just pops open and ejects a seed right into the space in need of a revival, a recycling, this seed expected to take root and start in a sense 'terra forming' from its pod landing site, radiating from it while composting whatever requires service;