Each half-life cuts harder. half of half a million times, it never ends the paradox: drawing down, pulling answers, bending light the brightest star sends. but in the weight of the moment it doesn't mean a thing. weight is a measure of cohesion. half-life crises: two movements convergent. half-life crises: pathways lead us to a more stable state. what keeps clouds together? "hydrogen bonds," you said - like our viscosity, like water. holding together in the summer night at the reservoir. larger than life, the weight of the moment. this is what makes life so beautiful, physics and chemistry. this is the attraction, a lack of hesitation. our bodies outweighing the moment, we could have done anything.
