We are all products of the seed, be it thought, chaos, or copulation. So it is with the mind, to be forever, planted, cultivated, harvested, and sown anew on virgin soils. That which we became was spawned by such, and in time, we will spawn other selves.
The wriggling in your mind is the truth of being, the seed germinating within the fertile soil of the subconscious. In time, some of the mind’s seeds will find their way to other minds. The other minds may be of wonderful and bizarre new soils. From these alien soils the seed will draw forth nutrients that will stamp their unique mark upon the emerging