Any narrowness, whose satisfaction lies in the given, shuns the wide round. The broken wing's centre from the beginning of time brushes the paths of error. If the power of conscience believes itself in the rightness of action, it is rewarded by praise and blame in the adornment of the masses. Attempts to capture the sound of the wind are subject to the will of explanation. Every representation is subject to a performance. The glide of flight adorns observation, the height path of distance creates image. Fug and right evoked in the constantly fixed, the round behaviour of the coherent attitude far away. That gliding, the endurance of beauty, is the responsibility of the other side of the eternally held divided being.