Once a shape is taken up it will remain a part of the journey towards a final sense of solidity, but its solidity will always change as the route is re-imagined at every moment...
The shavings tell their own story of their own journey as they form a peripheral solidity, taken up within their own sense of journeying...
Leaves from the tree fall upon the shavings that rest on the porch. They are from the same tree.
What solidity is more or less solid as they all carry over into this seemingly so solid world?...
The spoons will fly like leaves, like wood shavings, like all of us, off into their own onwardness.
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