Perhaps there are more intentions flying around than actions to contain them.
They are, in my evolving imagination, like spirits, flitting fairies -- urgent and eager to latch onto a manifestation of doing -- falling over each other to get on top of a movement.
That's why, sometimes, I can't parse which why I am doing -- a hoard of possessive intentions, lurking in and around me, have jumped on board. I'm doing the action, really, for whatever reason entices me most seductively, and all other reasons in measures thereafter. The competition continues, in fact, with dominant and subordinate intentions shifting, even after the action is long over.
