The perpetual state of change to which our mortal vehicle is subject is an unbeatable force, closer than shadow, better grounded than unconscious pulmonary assistance for blood oxygenation, and equally as common as the mitochondrial Eve.

Physical development is a kind of incremental quota that is initially met with joy until reaching the turning point towards middle adulthood and eventually senescence. First smooth, sumptuous, and moisturized, then folded, dry, and dehydrated, the pieces simulate the maturation of human flesh from birth to old age in a sort of acceleration of events.

Suspended in this situation, acceptance becomes a means of the pleasant transition of the physical plane.