Today's field of words (pages 1522-1523 in the desktop encyclopedia, spark plug to speed skating) yielded the title—and the interesting theme of how things (species, lines of thought) diverge and converge. Or at least what's what happened on my trains of thought.
Sparks off the blade
A single evolutionary line splits into two: light and magic, chess and resonance. The insulator separating them must temper wit with morality, transform mass frequencies into sight-impaired truth. Or release an agile climber. The blade of abrupt subdivision is reflected in the body against a moving background of commanding, requesting, warning. The same factors mate and produce viable offspring, creating a spark, allowing for such effects as speculation or virtue. Human abilities have sharply serrated dimensions, fictional tricks to enliven the desired signal. Groups may continue to struggle, mechanically tapering individual differences and articulation to dark lines or radiant breathing. Standardized meaning is destroyed, absorbed or emitted, and one’s true body (a house igniting, a wild boy) must withstand low-level synthesis visible as light. Gradual changes combine the separate, atoms and molecules so close together that words and sentences appear simultaneously. Work begins (see “pattern recognition”). Synthesis, some fictional, is exhaled as clues or depth. Colorless substances heavily streaked with song and heat struggle through a common film of warning. In the aroma and taste of peppermint, clues continue. Beginnings stud “spectacles.” Temples remain.
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