The tissue grows and grows and becomes strong. Strong enough to take on the world.
It refills from the resources of the earth and sets forth to conquer its next obstacle.
It goes back and forth and round and round until it realizes failure is its only answer. Sometimes it falls, but it always gets back up. Up, down, up, down and in its future it sees results. It feels dominant and almost as if on the cover of Atlas Shrugged. It accepts the principles of sanction of the victim with its own version in which it knows its toleration levels of evil. It drinks from the purities of the oceans and consumes from the trees of the heavens. focus. determination. Up, down, push, pull. It goes and goes with no end in sight. It has goals. It always has.
Good luck tissue. Good luck.
