I reread over and over this piece and its context seemed to shift each time, the meanings and symbols seemed to twinkle list stars or rearrange themselves like a Rubik cube. It is wicked, isn't it? Thousands of years of evolution and billions of deaths just so we can enjoy the luxury of memory and then guess what- we don't really feel like remembering after all. Yes, Tyth, you show the hilarity of life and your own kind of language only serves to emphasize the surreal, psychedelic madhouse that is Earth.