What’s your bliss type, what’s your reasoning? Day in and night out we are slipping from an animate condition, an innate predilection for a liquid form of nourishment, an easy way of troublesome, tremendous change in agency, in active-pass dichotomy, a coming to sobriety that feels could be new punishment, new charge for old mistakes. Things I willed were pumped in me to feel this corpus grow, this body mass expanding – reactive and reordering the Chaos where by entering we know we may resist. It’s Nature, and we wish it to be natural and right. Blood me up and drain me out; I can, I will, I might.