Here at my home, my roost, this place where I have spent the entirity of my living days, from here I look down on a rainy city. I needn't look far to see things that closely resemble myself. In fact, they are all here right next to me, hewn in, even the most insignificant part of their bodies directed to the slightest nuance, they have of course, always been part of this same scene as I. One needn't ask me if I loved them or not, for being of the same substance, we maintain a closeness that can not be broken; we are all so wrapped up in eachother, our little family, that even the slightest disturbance in one of us would destroy the harmony of all the relationships between eachother. But it was some time ago, that our little happy family of like-minded individuals no longer held any real significance for me, when I felt it time to broaden my scope, and to see if there was something else, something which I had no prior conception of, to turn my wandering attention to. And of course, there was plenty, and I saw it all. They were utterly fascinating. I could not have imagined a queerer sight, than the swarms of them far beneath us, all of them forever changing, they could not remain even a moment still. I did not think that in their movement they lacked harmony, but rather they displayed a fantastic, erratic melody with their bodies. In them I discovered something far beyond myself and those closest to me.  I wondered  how it must feel to be like them, to forever lack a final definition. I saw much in them that I saw in myself and the others. I began to speculate on the relationship between us, on the links that, as far as I could tell, lied just beneath our outside veneer. I came to believe that, in the time when we, both my and their kind, were coming into being, that those like myself came first, and that in us, the inspration for these moving statues was to be found. They were in all that they were, the extension, the development on us. With this in mind, how could I not help but feel affection for these creatures, when I thought that my kind were something of a father figure to them, our child having lost the noblest qualities of our kind, and replaced them with a spirit of utter rebellion, against beauty as we knew it, and against the very original laws of our existence, that had come to make us what we were. Yes, they were fascinating creatures indeed.