A slice of sunshine slides its way down the street. No compassion for the pollard tree, limbs cut off trundled away, like a god's head. The human mind evolved of this world as needed? Or an ellipsis? In the leaps of a frog is the myth of creation's duration. Singing not croaking is the one who called the world into living: nothingness sung into nothing- ness. Flesh and bones with the mind is time's virtual presence.