WAVES

Before now, digital century, we could only stare at some worn out stuff and wonder for a moment upon what it could have looked like, 'freshly baked'; a wonderful reason never to strain one's own imagination into interaction, deep within a brain's folds;

Now, the only reason one can claim for not being able to 'see' what's in it, is very clearly a substantial lack of imagination training; for if one does not uses what is within, then the within withers away, bit by bit;

Life is kind of a no choice platform; one moves or does not, yet along with each decision surges a cascade of self adaptive events based on invisible rules which all selectively come to environmental life upon any change or modification; It is like a firing up between neurons, which goes on or on, depending upon what is within each neuron;

Here, what I am doing is just getting what lies upon a few square feet of old linoleum and then setting it all as I would with sails upon any sea, if just to 'agree' with them waves of variables.