Do is all brawn, sometimes paired with brains, oftentimes without.  Do catalyzes change, manipulates the fabric of the current existence and pushes progress forward. Without Do, there can be no done. Even when there seems to be utter stillness, Do still exists, in the beating of a heart and the blink of an eye, the inexorable change of seasons and the ever-changing tide. Do can be intentional. but often the greatest effects and affects come from the unintentional Do, the silly inconsequential Do that changes the world.

She personifies Do, or is it the other way around?  Always on the move, always doing something, her fingers moving, her eyes flicking, always, always.  It exhausts him watching her zoom around like Heisenberg’s particle, momentum and position always in flux. In rare moments, he snags her hand and drags her down flush against his body, half-protesting but with a soft smile, that special smile she created just for him. They lie together breathing the same potent molecular concoction of air, one minute, two, before that faraway look steals over her eyes. It usually isn’t long before her half-protests mature into full-grown protests and she’s pushing away from him. He hides his hurt, his mind knowing she’s not rejecting him, but she’s got other things to do, better, more interesting things to do. He doesn’t want to stop her, wants to see her succeed in her dreams because only when she’s doing what she does, do the sparkle flash in her eyes and the flush in her cheeks glow a dusky healthy rose. But, sometimes, it’s lonely and so he buries himself in his own list of do’s.