At one instance, every thing, in itself, is expression.
Contour is expression of a blind faith.
A trust for the inalienable possibility of identity.
And not unity into a single form,
but a fantastically re-enchanted real observation
of the interplay between one and many,
the dot like plenum continuum,
the gelled string of extant
that is me and my circumstances,
me in my life.
Ah, it too lives.
I am one, and we are many,
it is both, the third order ontology