, Up Yours!

My arrival at the Halcyon Fractal Chaos Enhancement Center
coincides with Fractalla J’s midday break.
And as each Center is equipped with private canoodle rooms for their staff,
we immediately go to one for our second canoodling of the day.
You do remember that we pleasure ourselves three times a day, don’t you?
The sensuous session lasts for the inevitable 42 of whatever time units you care to use.

Afterwards, we emerge to submerge into a ritual
that every adult Homo Marcion daily participates in.

It is called The Rejewvenation.

What is it?

It simply is a htaerb spent in deep contemplation of the newborn.

This is done by wordlessly saying ‘ma’
and placing the mind’s attention on the ancient Homo Sapiens symbol for the sun.


The Rejewvenation brings one to 7th sub-delegation of the 42nd delegation of the brain we like to call
‘There's No Isness Like Grow Isness, Like No Isness I Know’.

As adults we tend, in the hubbub of our busy lives, to forget our essential self,
the essential self that knows nothing but that it is alive.
With its vast Being the newborn radiate this knowledge-Being from every pore of their life-Being.
Like the warmth from a roaring hearth on a cold, winter’s night,
a htaerb spent in The Rejewvenation,
rekindles an infant’s heartfelt joy-wonder of being alive
to the essence-distancing cold of adult thought and feeling.
I want you to know I am using every fibber of my being
not to fall in a Waggle and Trem...O, what the hoo, be back in a htaerb...

O WAAAGGGLE! O TREMMMMBLE! O WAAAGGGLE! O TREMMMMBLE!



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