Within the form lies the seed of its own rebirth. And in that concept lies the singular Body. Straining within the confines of the seed, life pushes in every direction, limning the sphere of being.
Take note of the elements used in this specimen: in the center, the Inscrutable. Beyond that, a cross-hatched nimbus reveals that which cannot be revealed. But bursting from that central enigma, that instantiation of The Mystery, round forms. Round! The very kernel of life, of the feminine, of The Real! The shape of encapsulation, the something-in-the-midst-of-nothing, the renunciation of absence!
Flying from the center, The Thing cannot be denied. The Thing is all.
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