A Secant Query

Between Sugar and Intelligence

Wherein sweetness arrives...

Between Sugar and Intelligence

To Come Between

When it arrives to us, like river water carrying snowmelt, sugar is a psychoactive. How intelligence is psychoactive. When it arrives to us - sugar or intelligence - from where it is refined, the psychoactive goes from light to thin air to plant in water, a compound. Whether sugar or intelligence, it is helped down. It is too difficult, or energy-intensive, to not be helped: friction absolute.

So, friction shed, arrives. Tasty! To shed all friction - to achieve negative-friction - brings us to |(-friction)| "absolute friction", how the absolute of negative-one is "one":

The friction of algae and rocks that is moss gives us dirt. A moss block plus a stone block equals a dirt block, in dwarf fortress as much as minecraft, as much as physics. All three result in plants getting their hot goss. Casting their shade. Shading plants that wise up to dirt's game, grow taller still. Cast even more shade. Shading plants that get wiser still. Dirt: moss and stone casting light on the situation light is water is in

That Light Is That Water Is In

Said differently: what is sweet, being sweet. Having sweetness, falling ripe. In the hand (as much released into as brought to hand), neither plant giving nor hand receiving, just what happens in a clear signal. In a clean channel. Recognition, enabled: what could be sweeter?

Hello 🌻

Recognition enabled: worth arriving. Intelligence pretty - pretty sweet. Sweet: intelligence (recognizing something). Sweet: noticing a moon. Sweet: noticing days get shorter. On its shortest day, between which stones the sun rises on its shortest. This, a calendar. Or spring climbs toward summer to descends into fall, and, pattern holds, what comes next: negative-summer. Macaresce leaves (leaves climb into roots)? For the next part.

Trying it out. Maybe it's nice. Marcescence. Conifers think they are all that. matchsticks Firebreathers. Wouldn't know hardwood if it hit them over the head root. Who consider leaffall indistinguishable from death. Who think deciduous trees are nuts. Punks. Animals.

Bearfeeders

"Don't feed the animals" say the conifers. Feeding things is asking for trouble. It messes with thenatural order: leaves inedible. Seeds inedible. Limbs inedible. Wood so plastic they fossilize ends of time together. Only, that part land pretty hard? That's not very sweet intelligent. The ends of time - that's skipping to the end, isn't it? In a sense - or, an illustration:

Trees appear to perfer seeds that travel a wind's breath away. So they make all sorts of seed dispersal technics. There's aerotechnics. But there's also pyrotechnics, hydrotechnics, and even chemotechnics. The hat tosser fungus uses explosives to disperse spore. A whole conversation of spitting into the wind dispersal. Exists. A bunch of different kinds. What sticks. Look at the moon in the nighttime.

Satallite - slowly falling off earth. At, per year, the speed a cherry blossom falls (per second). Escape velocity as if a cannonball. Moon ex[...]ting the mouth of the Earth spitting into the wind. Firing its moonbullet. Letting the mantle fire like a cannon🛰️. Letting the time be bullet time. Not frozen, just glacial. Moving (if not slow) purposefully. Finding its way.

Every Glacier A Dam

Follow that moon! (Pluck the moon out of the sky, as though anything in view is both: immediately within reach and: the size it appears this moment. Practice on this emoji:

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Harvest moon is coming, did you bring your coat?

Place an object you can grab atop (or over) this emoji? That'sweet of you! A thing too big (or too small) might appreciate zooming so the emoji fits it. When a thing fits, covering the emoji without covering much else, it has eclipsed the emoji.

Emoji's eclipsed, go about your day, or otherwise forget the found thing coverse the emoji. Maybe let the screen go dark and see the emoji ppop out of the screen, as the thing. Set this thing off to the side. Or otherwise look at it, next to the emoji. Two little things, the same size. Moving the same speed. The speed Earth moves through milky way. And this thing next to that. The same distance. Travelling at the same speed.

From This Distance

Let nothing touch neither emoji nor this thing. May the two keep this distance. Until everything - all 10e80 atoms in the universe - goes the speed these two things go. The distance grows; distance two things grow neither closer nor farther apart. Each atom the same emoji-from-object speed as every other atom. No hydrogen atom fusing with any other hydrogen, having light babies. Going up to space above the sun. Down to space below the sun.

Sideways to space next to the sun (where earth might be, at one distance). You and me, everyone we know, our atoms never meeting. No wave at some atom. No drawing of any wave. These move atoms. A smile moves atoms; no smiling. Song, of course song, song is indistinguishable from quaking. No quaking aspen: song so separate from happening this emoji holds aaway this object. Electrostatic chuck of ceramic, expressing stillness. Complete, negative-silent $space, in absolute :silence: .

Fond

🛰️ - an orbital probe cannon