But I suppose a plumstone is a seed, so it can return a plum. History repeats itself. The year returns. Plumstone becomes tree becomes plum. Don’t swallow the stone, it will tear your guts out. But the new plum, is it the same plum? Plum metempsychosis perhaps. O sweet little, you don’t know how nice you tasted. Yum yum. See you next time around. The new I want but: nothing new under the sun. Self similar but not the same. Only once it comes. Returning: not the same. Plum, plumstone, tree, plum. Depends on where will it land. Sand, nothing grows. Fall at 32 feet per second per second, then rise little tree. Resurrection. Are you not happy in your ground plumstone? Ba.