Following "a syntax of splits and ruptures," a backhoe bulls its way through the canyon's silence. Plants
are ripped out, unseen from the high seat, trails are smoothed into roads, old water pumps capped, fresh
shafts sunk.

After the machinery has gone, and wild green life has also disappeared, what remains is "hard" because,
Proteus become the changeability of form, become a mockery of form. All relations a web of endless intricate
relations, and consciousness is before and after.