It's about to begin. The call's been made. Action, foaming from the center of intent, bubbles the warming stems and celebrates in a primitive form of smile, or pattern of passion implicit on physical realities bypassed by those who believe such things are matters of fiction in a bygone era where the earth ruled absolutely; they will have their moments of clarity, slim, sudden moments that will pass in a gust of death come lightly as a summer breeze off a smooth lake...all shall be as it is, in the fashion of devices by evolution's precise tinkering of soil.