Another shortcoming of not catching apples under a tree that hops on one foot to intercept the wind with a paper brain. A sweetness thick with gravity in a year of angular failure. No god in this incomplete machine of fruit and knowledge. The difference between a rock and a stone the gracefulness of collision. The half-life of a myth, opening a door of sunlight without a shoestring. Everyone here acts like birds until they remember the usefulness of their hands. Imagination alone cannot make an apple or a window or a heart. You also need a body that falls and at least part of a world.