“Well, it’s like this. A rabbit and a turtle are in love. Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, but it’s far crazier than that. The turtle is made of recursive (w)holes. The rabbit is made of ever more ways of traversing and inter-relating them.

Imagine that it is raining holes into her while he is dividing himself and traveling amongst them in ways that relate, connect, and envitalize (everything) using these ‘transits’. The more (w)holes there are in her? The more ways he becomes to connect them. This process ‘fertilizes’ spacetime, resulting in a variety of semipersistant expressions of structure, relation and novelty. Living beings are one such ramification.

This story is known in some form almost everywhere, but the polar unity locally portrayed by the turtle and rabbit are elsewhere portrayed by locally appropriate synalogs.”

— an anonymous informant