momentary myth of self, enamel and marker on canvas

the hand reaching up and outward constantly, like a tree growing in the rain of now, an aware Instant constantly redefining itself through branching actions and motivations, upon reinforced conscious functional foundations. the snake coils up the tree, up the arm, climbing it, riding it, weathering the rain. It has two heads, both percieve independently and consider separate outcomes and possibilities, but they guide one body. is the tree merely terrain to the snake? is the snake a function of the tree? offspring even? why/how is the tree constructed in words? is it a tree or a hand? definitions are boundaries in a specific area of conceptual space, pinching off form from the amorphous. this has been but a story, i cut the binds and release the form from definition. an impression remains. Function.