Rather than inheritance, it feels as if everything is connected as one.
It is not as if they are sprouting directly from there, but rather as if they are indirectly acting on each other to make things happen. It is almost like a coincidence.
It is more like something sprouting with a metaphorical meaning, rather than an actual germination.
The sprouting of images, of anger, sadness, or joy.
These are germinating and growing in the vessel of one's body.
But clearly this is not nourishment.
It is a complex mixture of many things.
