I try to picture what we would grow, broken down into our components and scattered in furrows on a soft dusty field, if our hair would grow flowers and our fingertips corn, if our hearts would sprout volcanoes and tropical fish and asteroids. Given that our molecules are all from elephants and Einstein and remote control cars, anyway.
Last night I was learning more things about under the water--no matter how many documentaries they make about it, under the water always comes up with something new--and they were talking about a kind of spider crab that walks and walks to join zillions of other crabs in breaking out of their skins every year. It seems like the best way to grow, all at once and surrounded by others, and the camera whirled around, briefly catching sight of one small crab hitching a ride on the back of a large one. I am sure that, although the story of the gathering was interesting, the story of those two crabs is probably even better.