Most births happen inside a tunnel.

The baby is just along for the ride and doesn't remember any of it.

Adults go through tunnels too.

Underground.

Our dark work is underground, safe from our conscious mind.

It's what happens in seeds. In plants. In plant fibers, and in the ground everywhere.

We aren't tuned in to the tiny fibers a seed puts out when the conditions are right. The purple-top Kansas grasses seed without our permission. The forest floor is a cemetery and a cradle, like everything else.

It's dark work. Poets explain it best.

The tunnel of love and the tunnel of pain are the same tunnel.