humans move randomly, coalesce abitrarily. Learning pattern storage with survival premise. There can be no meaning to chaos, no reason for the way of things. No need to move or change or stay. Nothing is but what I say... awake but tired in a listless croud. We do not choose body or mind. what is an individual ? Institutions, Ideas, styles, arbitrary come together. Vortex in a torrent seathing river. Adult eyes vacant, searching. Children wide eyed wondering. Excitement lingers on dirty fingertips... bifurcation is no I ..