Automata! Computers! Eventually explicable networks with neurons. I say, so many explanations for the induction into hum hum human drumbeats. Like, too many for the ending: tomb many. But death is another day for some and so we sing it: agog cannot be among the chorus for it's focus that flowers the rostrum. Attend! Elsewise there must be failure to staunch the bloody purple pen whose royal spues fracture that which they describe. And togetherness, in concert, is that not the mission? Wordlessly, we pad forward on paws built for nature to kill and eat and starve and torture and thus, utilize! Drunk orgiastic maneuvers caterwaul the shattered fall and this is no autumn it's an atom of eve- ntual harmony, for dissonance is required to define the universal strum.