"There is no constant but change," the old adage goes. I'm a living montage; I feel progressive and efficient riding this wave.
Where does an evolution begin, where does it end? What evolves and how does it change? Something grows from nothing, it is nurtured and soon longed for. Transition is the fluid movement of progression. I'm evolving in you.
Searching for answers where once there were none, I am suddenly illuminated by your light. Caught in the act of growing slowly, I'm like a time-lapse in your love, gently unfolding into all my colorful glory. The growing pains are eased by your touch.
Or is it more cataclysmic than that, like entire plates shifting at once. The Juan da Fuca has nothing on us. When we move, the Earth moves; our magnitude is palpable. As opposing forces, we leave nothing but destruction. We must work together to save all of humanity.
Do we want to save everyone, or just ourselves?