Tribe. Association of individuals. Familial. Ideological. Geographical. Propinquant. There is a universal longing for brethren near to hand. To huddle close for warmth and to face the long dark night together. To create community with one’s very hands. In toil with one another we grow horizontally and vertically until our colors blanket the globe. It is inevitable.
I can craft a thousand soldiers from the dirt. I can call forth the thundercloud in the summer night. With these arms, I can gather a bouquet of mighty oaks a thousand generations grown. I can court the goddess of the winter.
But I cannot die alone.
Ethan Abides 