Sonnet 60

"Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

You made what became The Mother Book in 1979, it was a study piece...

The word is "Pareidolia" a psychic phenomenon, a form of illusion in which someone has a person involved with a confusing perception that he believes that he perceives recognizable things!

I definetively sense a new reality model pressing forward