When I was young maps still had blank spaces, terra
incognita we didn't care to know what was there.

The wizened oak drove its roots one thousand miles
north of the river that drowned its old rhizomic splay.

Creativity is not to be found in datasets, but in the
inspired leap of an embodied human mind; a mind
that dreams, a mind that can pull its own plug.

"I think therefore I am" may mean that the flame of
our sustenance is subsumed by "this treacherous
fault line of the knowable."