Let go the objective walls, the prosaic cages, the vehement distributors of limitations, and yes, we can create however the roads may fling us to the market, to the zoo, through the musty halls of masks screaming out for us to see, to hear, to be inside the skins and bones and books and paintings and sculptures and the stitching itself by the fractals assumptions we can deny by looking down with eyes closed for the maps of comfort zones where checks are cashed, where food is bought, where tools are kept for building the walls wherein we often hide....