There is no such thing as justice in virtualization. No justice in reincarnation or pancakes. The last to arrive is the first to leave; patience is assumed rather than esteemed. Why are there many books and not just one? We construct towers of our placated desires, heaps or piles as the residue of episodes, notwithstanding ordering abstractions. The link-and-pin train-cars rolling on graph paper cannot rearrange themselves without a station. Not unlike the geology of a brain hemisphere, roiling pink network of synapse and response. To consider subatomic politics, to wait for the broken form of neutrality. A child builds sequence out of accumulation by treating two stacks as a queue. In reality, the last function executes first. Bricks that break windows and promises fly into the light that has not been blocked. Nothing can evolve when everything is novel.