a calm wind blew. this made the skin notice itself. the skin knew of many things, being the borderline between this and that.

inside of it roared the churning of generations built on generations. the turning of the dial, the precession. there twisted the vine that grew fruit during all seasons. there quivered the mass of cellulose which accumulated. there was the beating of acknowledgement, to know.

outside of it sailed the wind. wind that carried voices and the noise. wind that carried pregnancy and spring. wind that reminded the skin of its being alive. wind that stored scents and sense. wind that signaled the turning of the earth beneath our feet and the orbit of the planets above and beyond. wind that carried all things to be known.

and the knowing and the known became each other where the skin made this and that like one.