"The nose of the creature is the focal point of its countenance. Aquiline birdlike pointedness transfigures the entire face into a nose becoming nothing but place, a puncturing place or, a place that punctures, where the forces of power commingle and burn their despotic energies. The smoke that billows from the surrounding area smells sweet and rare, perhaps the odor emanating from some harvested ganja grown on a Nanoscript-encoded island still being developed in the far regions of the electrosphere.

"The light of a concealed wisdom, illuminating in the haze of this sweet-smelling smoke, is the nose in its state of arousal. It signals the creature's ability to process its 'long-suffering' existence as a creature.