Humanity is just a part of the grand schemata of organisms in the biosphere that are involuntarily directed toward or away from external stimuli. The flora of Earth's telluric realm bursts through the melting hoarforst cover reaching for the nourishment of the sun in its transformative state. A new race of humankind is aspiring to loftier principles fertilized by the detritus of decaying demo-dinosaur relics.
It's as if the biopsychic follicles of Gaia are standing on end titillated together in a colective goosebump experience...
SPROUTING GINKGO WITH SUN @ 17 PISCES: JostFoto