How the unity treats the fragment; call the thing by its giant name where letters outdistance the stumblings of functionality how the thing is revolted like odd magnets. The man is related to the pyramid of men; in certain situations dancing is appropriate though most of the time his feet make bad translations how the seamless curve ejects a blatant hair. There must be some music we’re not hearing, he thinks, and there is, but its nothing like mathematics or chess or circuit-boards where a rare shimmer defines its lack. In that the man exists in the medium that lacks where representation has many disadvantages how a system rejects a fragment (like thinking ejects a thought…) The pyramid reveals itself to be a circle, then a spiral, then a helix, then a cosmos, then every shape transposed upon the others. How existence may be regarded pure interaction as unity performs its function to reject the odd, the odd performs its function to be odd. Is the music somewhat louder? The man had not ceased dancing for six weeks. He sat upon his favorite chair. Where I inherit this cloud of smoke to teach it many symbols and many tricks. How a person teaches a bloody body to walk and walking is the system until the skip. How a person teaches a cloud of smoke to think.