"If you look beneath these cracks you can sometimes see that land beneath, the dark sub-soil, moist and fertile, the thing we call imagination. And though you can layer slabs of order, pathways of being upon this soil, it will always be there. You can pour as much cement over it as you please, but there will always be some seed of a thought, some wet corner of the mind, that will sprout, and push through the template. And this is natural. This is nature."