Consider the solace of the earth captured as the bite of the dust in a winded journey through time . . . Challenge thought to an understanding of itself . . . Become overwhelmed for the moment with the knowledge that all constructs are limited to the individuals' perception of them. ''Obviously,'' murmurs the reality of our existence her stance defiant yet cautious ''My borders exist in semantics only, and yours?'' ''In the quiet beyond scientific measure, I stir and I am . . . while I wonder, do you think?'' replied thought. Upon reflection she sadly smiles while he just nods and considers the future . . .