Order, Open, and Fold.

Everything here is untied and unbound,

Yet they are connected, for they are meant to be .

From birth to death, from life to still,

it is a dreamlike embrace with the waking and the sleep.

We listen, we sense and we take a breath

...but not quite.

We wake, we run and we compel ourselves

...but ...not quite.

We hold, we clutch and we let go

...but not ...quite.

. . .

'We are', we said, 'because we are meant to be.'

. . .

Society is what we made out of our being

...for our being.

Society, a philosophy as amorphous as time;

a philosophy,sought to be understood for answers.

Standing with all the time known to us, we have asked..

but when, in this time, are we going to question it?