Science and artistry are the sibling offspring of intelligent consciousness. They manifest as a fusion of opposing elements, meticulously combined into comprehensible and functional progeny of the creative process. It is a process that elevates the dross to the fine. Their application and value, however, are subject to the integrity of the one wielding their power, and they are as capable of malignancy as beneficence. It is through the balancing of opposites that harmony is attained.
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.