Much can regenerate. Humans included.

They embrace as those soul fibres bolt into golden padlocks set deep into hearts. They fuse as the one mass to become their own shooting star, where no other realm can exist. And even when they draw their heads back to gaze at one another, they’re still emitting their impenetrable sparkle. Then comes the kiss … deep in longing; lingering and locked in effervescence. They kiss without restrain as a glowing sentinel in the café. Their arms and hands fit in perfect place over one another, chests and thighs fuse to become one complete body. They radiate in multi-dimension to the extremities of the Universe.

Scurrying to hide and go, and move and do, flying and jumping in erratic motion of crazy ... manic minions fighting for attention like spoilt children vying for the last sweet on Earth without knowing where it is.