That one might have a natural voice, or a natural self, to which one would always in the end return, groundless, romantic speculation.

From time to time rather enjoy being groundless & romantic.

That culture, cultivation & the like are, as applied to humans, notions foisted off on us by swooning Romantics, is I suppose, not all that generally known, rather heavily operationalized at this point in one way or another, prefer winding my way back down to the root myself, contemplating our kinship with plants.

Dreamt again, last night, of giant ferns & dragonflies.