Pictures for verbs and actions long appreciated. Maybe now less clear, but not completely stilled. Never lost or forgotten images as old as mankind. Snapshots of tumbling surf and wild stallions racing from afar. The fields of whispering wind blown, golden wheat mirror the undulating caresses of the all embracing shore. The swirl of a maiden's flowing locks falling over her curvacious form. Venus yielded from the sea's bed at dawn only to fall again into it's evening embrace. Such are the stuff of metaphor and of such are we.