Find purpose! Be of service! Create dilapidated prepositional statements! This is the closest we come to being of flexible neural life sufficient to make the music of the birds: parrot, Hello. songbird, repetition, a new day. make culture without words; that is a job for crows. raven: hello m. death, thank you for looking through my soul and finding the darkness that was stored up for the last song, of truth, recombobulation, the final myth that music can make a person fly.