The Chosen Ones

She approached the blood bag. The closer she got, the stranger she began to feel. It was nothing her tiny consciousness could comprehend, yet she could sence it. Despite this, the drive of instinct was still compelling her. She alighted on the blood bag, and didn't care if she died probing the tender meat, seeking the hot red syrup inside.

She pushed, chewed and sucked with frantic energy. In just seconds, intense joy shivered along her nerve fibers, flooding her with astonishing orgasmic bliss! She sucked greedily! In seconds, the agony of her empty belly transform from dry pain to a bloated sack of moist life! The amazing blood bag did nothing to stop her.

But she received more than blood.

She received consciousness! Expansion! It was a transformation infinitely more profound than her metamorphosis from squirming swamp creature to winged being! She perceived the totality of everything -- the infinity of nothing, the exotic, indescribable blissful eternal nothing that composes the seat of all being!

And there was love! Love beyond love! Love enfolded within love!

Drinking till her abdominal sack all but burst, she pulled out and took to wing, expanding into the air, which was an ocean of love. Amazingly, she could distinguish herself from all that love, while silultaneously manifesting that love without separation.

Almost as blissful as the love was the consciousness, the intelligence. The intelligence was love, too, undifferentiated, yet it could be perceived. Distinct truths were enfolded within themselves and existed impossibly as one!

She continued her mission. She sought the swamp again, the warm water that did not flow, but stood still and peaceful. There she could deposite her tiny biological rafts of eggs that would secure another generation.

The river atmosphere deposited her in an ideal place. It was barely more than a puddle, but it had some depth. It was warm and fetid, heavy with slime and soupy with microscopic organics. Though small, it would seem an entire universe for her eggs, a universe teaming with easy food. She alighted and deposited her future generation. With her task finally complete, she did not so much as die, as she stopped incarnating the distinction of love. She melded with it. It would not be appropriate to call her dead, even though she was dead, conventionally speaking.

Time passed. The biological clock ticked and the eggs hatched. Thousands of larvae sprang to life and squirmed blissfully in the warm water. Several times, a variety of desert creatures visited the water hole and drank, ingesting many of the eggs and larvae. This gave the animals eternal life. Each creature was released from time, becoming undifferentiated into love. They joined the dance.