I saw a yellow ladybug and thought of wheels within the all. Or wills sow to speak of roots that peak beyond what's base and falls. A puff of spiked tobacco may have been its beck-and-call. Rosemary leaves and sacral belief that incorporates and solves. I'll remember these times fondly. There will be joy found in every flaw. Material imperfection. The spirit of what I saw. The lie of separation. That simile of as. The "being of" in actuality. The child within the dad. The masculine birth aborted. The feminine elevated in class. The equal stand of Wo and Man. Ah yes, I am Alice at last.