2024-06-16 - new and old

Everything is new and yet everything is old.

The egg learns new things every day, like the fact that it is not quite just an egg, like the fact that it is not the only egg, like the fact that it is both more and less than itself. These ideas are confusing, but it feels like the egg both knows them and will never understand them.

It first notices movement because it’s movement, and there isn’t a lot of that inside the egg. In fact, there was pretty much none of that in the egg until now, not that the egg noticed anyway.

It’s all a jumble of information now, new feels, new information. For a moment, the Fire and the Heat that emanates off the egg at most times now, pulls inward, a small blazing core instead of a bright and blazing Sun. It experiments as much as it can, because even this early, there isn’t much to mess with. A few excitable jabs here, a twitch there, and the egg shell keeps it in place. But for a moment, a bright and shining moment, the egg learns.

Then it is all old. The movement, the knowledge that it can move about inside its egg, becomes old news. Just like the small Stars out There in the Expanse that isn’t it or its shell, its own limbs become something of the past. It wants something new, something tangible, something it can wrap itself around.

The Heat flares back, and Tasted Fire spins, though whether its mind or body, it doesn’t know. Give it more. It will consume anything. Let its Heat grow.