Shape of the Institution

I have the shape of the institution. Each email address is a human. They are known by their words and actions. The whole wide world is just a fraction of all I do not know. Expansion and contraction, breathe in, out, meditation on existence, non-existence, creation and duration. I have no explanation for fusion, fission, taxonomic relations or artificial classification. More I do not know: locomotion by combustion, electron separation and transportation via superconduction which supports the idea of the unified nation. What girls are like behind their eyes. Masturbation a useful restraint on overpopulation. The story of a life, my life, any life, cohesion must be rationed, conjured, a fiction about a vexed, tenacious town, its rail station truck stop, high school, night spots, recreations the temporary citizens enact visions dream-like orations, ballets, conflagrations to in the end receive in annals honorable mention from family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, institutions.