the movement of making moves causing other motions to make emotions and bend to the solace in all the movement. inhaling to exhale and to exhale to inhale, becoming a constant recycling system, a constant reminder that you are always a little bit of the same, a little bit old, a little bit changing. the tumble in the rumble and the striking of the strikers eyes to preserve something of a timely sort. the sorting out to figure out to bend and change and recycle. the loose ends tied, to come undone and be retied and reminded that everything utterly wants to struggle back to the beginning. things look different, change shape, take on new names, but elements will always hold on to the inclining that won't incline.