A kind of sad story.

There was a Father and a Mother and a Mind. The Father, ripe with the words of not and all and more and some. The Mother, afflicted with affection. The Mind, a tragic figure lost in love of what is yet to come, cursed to not sustain. Left to tread across an Oceanus globe, leaving in his wake a rise of realization. A stir that ripples and continues outward as he does. Where the wake and the Mind meet there is an evocation of caos. A mass of waves continue to collide and burst into downpour, always to prolong and always more immense. And through it all he subsists. A guadian of nature..... unable to look back and without mind to let go.