Particles dance in a destined flurry. Humans yell and sing.
Cute little carbons coordinate. Flecks of oxygen fly. Animals eat and sleep and love.
Letters jumble. Words abound. A thousand strokes of pen stain the page.
Characters come to life. Colors and conditions do too.
The only question is: are we atoms or are we animals? Are we words or are we characters?
Or are we the Space beneath them all?
From The White Blank Page, by Akira Sieben