Urge. An urge. The urge. An earthy word, as if it had surged – relentlessly, purposefully – from below, come from a cavernous place where alien, turgid, elemental liquids roil and fold double, lava-like, effervescing to build pressures above, until, eventually, urgency emerged at the surface, looking about to lock itself in purposeful embrace with what must be done. Urgency.
Now comes emergency, adding risk. What has emerged, urgent, now risks harm. The burning, land-altering lava has pushed up and out from below. Harm must now be averted. That is the human instinct is it not? Harm must be averted. Harm must urgently be averted.
