The run is the only element capable of conjoining human and being.
Without the run, I am being.
Indistinguishable from an office chair, or sycamore tree.
Through the run, I gain humanity.
I gain nature.
I retrieve my existence.
And become the "natural world."
A genesis of a balance occurs.
And a genesis of a chaos follows.
I find myself immersed in a vortex of consuming, auroral light.
Love-ly light.
I fall to my knees, with my hands spread crucifix.
The image incinerated into my skull.
I am capable of immense pleasure.
I am capable of thought.
I am human.
I am being.
And I am raptured.