We have heard computer scientists speak of the possibility of organic computers, machines constructed of living material, able to grow.
We suggest the possibility of the organic novel, the organic poem or the organic myth, in which the chemical/molecular structure of the letters and words echo precisely their content (in terms of meaning), but with the further possibility that the tale those words tell can grow, evolve and change, thus taking the story into unforeseen realms.
Perhaps that is already happening. Perhaps that is what we are.