I see it but am I seeing it? 
 
Were we mannerists, we’d describe this as Absence from This.  
 
Quick version: A wall of calm; also This: The cross-hatching that allowed ancestors to exchange traits for others... has just about run out of steam, my profane friend interjects, & has left us wondering, once more what there is about our plush solitude that makes us think we will ever get out, or even want to.  
 
This version ushers in even more non-urgencies of grueling yet quickened aversion over entropy.