you have pondered the siphonophore and the mycelium. you have spent so long on your own that simple companionship is not enough. only permanent fusion will suffice. you'll touch yourself with so many hands. feel the touch in a skin so vast, a nervous system so immense sending electric signals to an ocean of brains.

yes, this is how it all used to be, why being alone was worse than death. now the sorrows shall dilute while the joys multiply.