There is a harmony: Christopher William Savage Salmon Albatross was born to four Argentine Lesbian nuns in Lewiston, Idaho, sometimed between 1896 and 1983, though for all the purposes of his story we will assume the year as 1989 and by the time he was ten years old, and physically and mentally resembling a ten year old in 2030 he was ten years old and had climbed the towering annelid.

After numerous successful revolutions, coups d'etat, putsches, declarations of autonomy, paintings and theatre had all the clocks removed from his high school in 1930. With sixteen lips on his mothers' breast Salmon Albatross knew his mothers' knowings, that they knew their of their unkowings of he, though unbeknownst to him, he knew exactly who he himself was, even on the early day before he ate his first apple. Salmon Albatross.

Sinsemillia Abbelskivvers wrote his first poem in charcoal on the wall of his mothers' womb, with charcoal they handed to his tiny fingers,
but he was sixty years old in 1954 before he would remember what a poem was, and how to do it, then one he would write in forty-foot obelisks at high tide, a poem for the gulls.

There is no mystery, no world without language, no heaven, no communism, no natives: On September 11, 2001, at ninety-four years old, Sanskrit Albatross returned the myths of the world to the world and world of myth, but as a non-myth, as a post-card, two-sided, a modernist sculpture, a modernist sculpture of a post-card, two-sided, with two planes crashed right through it, and said: "this is your myth, forever supplant."

Christopher William Sugary Spikenard Archeolograph was ten years old when his mothers passed away in 2030 and he never felt closer to them than that moment between when they were alive and when he knew or thought so and when he found the newspaper epigraph telling of a shopping cart accident in Arkansas that claimed the life of four Argentine Lesbian nuns in Arkansas on purpose. His eyes became words before they became things.