Memories tree out sending roots down and branches up. We stand as neutrinos sweep through us and mirror neurons play us. Things that are essential(ly) different cannot affect each other, yet the dark matters of the world, seemingly so invisible, in fact hold everything together. Without the dark all would dis-solve the problem. The light is cradled by the dark; up is grounded by down. We are what we see(m), where two fabrics ripped remember their sameness, ripple with waves of wasness: the brain the tree the fabric of space sutures -- no, scars the same scars again are not scars but echoes and echoes are not echoes because they always were.