A Life in Hypertext Zero Begin with a point. Out of nothing, non-being, the potential, the possible. We all come from there. We always have. Or so we think.
Earth rests in mother-death, until next.
The points accumulate, line up. All is one, one being, in motion, alive and individual, taking particular form, human-born. This body, air-fed. We sing, and animals draw near. Red the blood, the planet to come.