Listless, non-conforming, but absorbent. Like a tree branch flowing in a stream, nay, like a sponge. I embrace life in a state of undulation. No problems tie me down, no dwellings may constrain me. I move freely through everything that was present, everything that is present, and everything that will be presented. Lo there I once had chains. Where are my chains now? What can the past offer, but solace and reflection or what does the future mean, but limitless possibility? I undulate. I venture to see sites unseen, I long to feel sensations unknown to those around me. I leave in my wake something different, something beautiful, something remembered. Now let the things that bind and the things that enslave bother me no more. I move from glory to glory, from mountain to valley, from age to age in undulation.