theres a place we all inhabit, but we dont much think about it, were scarcely conscious about it, and it lasts for less than a few minutes a day. for most of us its in the morning, its those few minutes were coming out of our sleep, but were not really awake yet, for those few minutes were something more primitive than what we are about to become, we have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. for those few minutes we are unformed and uncivilized. we are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. we are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and what will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly, we are for a few brief moments anything and everything we could be...and then we open our eyes and the day is before us..... we become ourselves....you are the inventor of the standards we live by, the inventor of the conformity....and really?!?....none of this even matters