Surviving, taken as a critical, difficult, awful task at odds with amiability and companionship, unless made for a purpose, such is the grossness of the utilitarian, We Cannot Make Do Without Hazardous, The Few, for rank is a stink that makes up their way of seeing, of course, the discordant notes is not a method for getting on, thank you, but rather learning, randomness, beauty, without Purpose or Mission, calumnies against the attribution of trying to the goose or the mouse, for to be is to do is to mark the day with the continuity of life, rather to think of the living of a tree and the process of a squirrel, the life of the body, politic or otherwise, is far from just getting on.