The early infinities had wasted us straight to our essence. Plants crooked up and over the buildings in towering trellises of a life force no longer tethered to our needs. Whales and other finned things clapped a joyous symphony of waves onto the hook strewn beaches. So much was here and so much was gone. No economy, celebrity, or calculus. We wondered what could possibly become of us now, so emptied of matter and measure. And yet, we already knew: a distilled version of our former selves, a soft luminous tangle of our love and our might.