identity, perspective
Sitting on this rock we can only observe and not predict. We can feel and not influence. That is not to say that observation and feeling do not affect. We are receptors of world movement, it is the world that move we are upon it. The emotional tides are cosmological in their order of influence.
I am the impressed and permanent principles that course through the blood of inescapable context. I am the constant migratory bird without perch flying into the procreation trade.