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 self-capture: The cross-hatching selfie that allowed ancestors to exchange traits for others... has just about run out of steam, my profane friend interjects, & leaves 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. Call it the ideas of how they work off This.