I did not have a dash of observation in my salt a sprinkle of perhaps and two eyes hidden by sunglasses, guarded by the vehicle and the one way semi-mirror, a suction; for the sun cannot come into the parallel lines unbroken by reversals since confidence is the deadliest virtue that you made into a fact patter on the glass, covering the ground in inches and inches of less than alive organisms which would be explained but we are better off emerging from the muck as muck, becoming the whole pond rather than a frog, a lily pad, doomed to die as a component and never transcend the individual life to become so many.