Andrei:	Too often I am a small sargasso: shallow, stagnant, & aimless.
Jules:	Why is it that society turns many people into teeny ponds instead of oceans? Aren't we born for more?
Philyra:	Simply put, little ponds are easier to manipulate. If you want to control someone, make them feel small.
Andrei:	Yeah, but aren't you overlooking zhe importance ah individual choice?
Philyra:	On the macroscopic level, that's just one source of variance – and often not the most significant. The system parameters mostly depend on factors appearing to be beyond individual control.
Jules:	Appearing to be – yes. But that doesn't mean they actually are.

Sargasso floating in a sargasso of consciousness far adrift from any shore slowly i churn amidst debris caught in a flotsam between gulf streams stagnant & coiled among algal strings drifting as an rotting relic of uprooted history this wavering flotsam hides more than meets the eyes – within its clumps sea horses dart as tiny crabs defend territories & fish blend with countless reeds & hydras offer poison barbs to passers by – move carefully deep beneath this pageantry is a dramatic change of scene: beyond the rays of sunlight in waters cool & clean iridescent creatures of the night wait for morsels to snap & eat

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