Take something from the pile

If you have to dig, dig deep and don't falter. For things in the pile glow pink in moonlight and cinnamon in sun and if you never dig down past where you're satisfied you never come upon the largest and softest and clingiest feather golden energy things left alone fast by the goddesses and nymph neighbors of Pan.

Only dig when ready to burrow. Justify plans to dig by knowing something soon. Crumble papers in your hand, just so, with a switch towards Eastern religion yet well into the zone, then dig, sun-warmed, kind of lean into it with your shoulder or brainstem or one of those higher up the biological window things.

Naysayers approach with cauldron, for ye have travel plans aplenty yet no ship equipped with that many insect parts to baggage your route.

(work in progress, you see)