<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Life on Compossible</title><link>https://compossible.blog/categories/life/</link><description>Recent content in Life on Compossible</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-GB</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2026 14:41:00 +0100</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://compossible.blog/categories/life/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Was It For This The Clay Grew Tall?</title><link>https://compossible.blog/2026/11/13/was-it-for-this-the-clay-grew-tool/</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2026 14:41:00 +0100</pubDate><guid>https://compossible.blog/2026/11/13/was-it-for-this-the-clay-grew-tool/</guid><description>&lt;p>&lt;em>This essay discusses Chapters 19 and 24 of&lt;/em> &lt;a href="https://compossible.blog/after-intelligence/">Things That Were Not There&lt;/a>&lt;em>, Book One of&lt;/em> After Intelligence*.&lt;/p>
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&lt;p>&amp;hellip;Think how it wakes the seeds—
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?&amp;hellip;&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>