A meditation upon the machinations of human enterprise. Here ideas are shaped into signs that convey their human origin in concrete manifestations. As we try to apprehend that totality to which we momentarily belong, these man made materia crowd forward to become an asymmetric quadrant of kaleidoscopic unknowing. Our own inventions have become the seed of all doubt, wonder, hope. We cannot question beyond what our next answer may be. We must be content with what we know not. We all dance to the music of time.