How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it's just words.
Madness string 1839
We are not who we were. In every moment we live, we die, and from every death we are reborn. Our existence deforms the universe, through action and response, choice and consequence. Thus is the evolution of presense, and thus we live and change.
Wooden kimonos are so unfashionable this time of year.