Days and months are the wayfarers of measured time, living in an unimaginable reality 
just as the years that slip by.  For those who have always known of the self-creating stars which
live drifting with the currents of an everyday truth in which ordinary perceptions are denied,
or leading a horse by the bridle into old age, overturned, the mind thrust into a channel in which
each day is an exploration, the wandering itself the formerly unknowable because then unimaginable

spliced genes
an unnamed seed quickens
the groundwork
- Adapted from Oku no Hosomichi by Matsuo Basho and The Carpathians by Janet Frame