The artifice of structure rises up from the disorder of nature, with its geometry and measures girding up the walls of its great houses. These are laws of intention, with purposeful dispositions set in place to meet specific ends. The happenstance of nature is thereby set aside for the pageantry of design, forged with decisiveness and executed with precision. Thus is the father set upon the throne to cast his orientation into civilization.
Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.