The house we live in sits about a single story off of a hill. It’s high enough that the eastern facing window by the kitchen table is at eye level with the crowns of a white oak (scraggly and narrow in the foreground) and some sort of much larger ficus-type tree (behind it). On Saturday we sat here watching a gentle breeze animate the exteriors of the arboreal systems. The “ficus” looked like a large arrested explosion, that somehow was able to slowly undulate in its suspension, whilst the white oak resembled a bony arm with scraps of skin and cloth, gesticulating rigidly. Two things came to mind. Brice Marden drawing with a stick and the animation by Matt Henderson where a mirrored cube when dipped into a reflective lake takes on the reflection as part of its structure. We were left thinking that the factors for genesis aren’t necessarily complex maybe just innumerable. Another way, the “reason” for our being seated at the table on Saturday and the “reason” for the height of the house and the “reason” for the shape of the tree, and on, and on, is traceable (perhaps even reconstructable) but neither we nor our computers can count that high.