“Matter alone can touch or be touched.” (De Rerum Natura)

To the restless atoms constantly in motion: I have inherited your need for constant connection and immortality. Your mission is to touch and be touched, to bond both with like and unlike, to arrange and recombine in new configurations of the same. Without you we wouldn’t have the chance to be nothing. We’d still be a something, a lesser thing compared to other things who have it sorted out (beings), yet-things seeking to become the possibility of persisting as more than an accidental arrival attempting to make itself an indivisibility.