here the little write at this point of evolution/devolution whichever it might happen to be at this stage/phase within the mortal coil the many pages bound to be transferred over the river indeed already some actually quite a few no many have gone awaiting their friends to join/meet up with them later as they leave in their wakeful sleep t' weep about being away from home away from the one they had protected projected triggered catalyzed taken by the hand and suggested many no-things to but also maybe to take a much deserved rest from being this side of the river in such clothed quarters too tight to even breathe well so now is another time and what shall come of it? for now it gets much more suspenseful being that there's much more of it used up in a manner of slaying