2024-06-14 - The Thought Drips In

Ever under Mother's weighty presence, this one enjoys the solitude of Her absence until Mother inevitably returns once more. The floating, unexplored emptiness of beyond is so curious, but as of this present moment, it cannot be grasped quite yet. Mother's heavy glow begins to feel more inescapable than usual as there is a thrumming repetition of feeling, from Mother to Egg. She replaces peace with an annoying cacophony of reeling thoughts when she is gone. Mother's incessant rhythm is a vexing one.

It is like the sun, slowly rising over the ocean's horizon and casting a glittering across the water when this one realizes - Mother speaks! Mother speaks to Her Egg! This one listens, analyzes, and in this discovery the Egg focuses on what's new. Her words are thick and filling, as powerful as Her mountainous shadow, and yet they hold a kind and respectful contrast the Egg does not expect. This is intriguing, captivating.

To be so...

To have such...

A dribble of a thought oozes warmly over the Egg, sticking onto and into its very being.

Charm.

Mother has charm. This is an important and fascinating facet. This seems to soothe the Egg's long struggle with an aching, binding boredom, and this one yearns to hear more.