RaymieEl

We have been moving since long before Avram first "lech lecha"-ed. We've crossed mountains and climbed rivers. We transcended deserts at a viscous velocity, picking up speed when we knew the ocean. We move through the ever-expanding universe in a wooden horse. We share the fate as we split the seas. At a constant velocity progress is veiled, so we accelerate past e, gregariously, or with only the imaginary I. We love to leave our stomachs at the tops of roller coasters - a bolt from which our viscera bungee. If the road's not rough, you can't know you move. Bernoulli and turbulence power 747s. Pour on the juice and dessicate your breadcrumbs