Life is an accumulation. We are in time and time is an accumulation. This idea is an accumulation of ideas. This entry is an accumulation of entries. All entries are an accumulation of entries. We hurl the pebble of our ideas into the great lake of accumulation. Our pebble is heavy and will sink to the bottom, but what we are in interested in now is the impact. When it hits the flat, still surface, ripples will spread in perfect circles – in theory to the very extremes of the vast lake. At the same time more ideas are being thrown. We are not alone here. Even as our rippling little waves surge outward other circles superimpose them: the pattern that we originally composed is now no longer the same but we do not dismay: that even the still, dark waters of the lake have such a chaos potential for complexity gives us more hope than fear. Where the peaks of ripples crash into a trough they dissolve, but when peak runs over peak, or a trough dips into a trough, the ripples become stronger and the pattern’s intensity grows.