down to the most minute details, and it drives me mad that I can't ever appreciate all of it. Every moment, of every thing, in it's entirety. To freeze time and spend eternity cataloguing the intricacies of even one micro-moment of the existence of the biosphere surrounding even just one tree is all I'd ever have needed.
An organic mind capable of this is beyond dreaming. I need to become a machine. A computer the size of a planet, devoted to the task of truly understanding even just one thin slice of existence in it's totality, to completion.