"And it???s not just life ??? all things are changing, consumed by each other, all of the time, as when Howard finds an old book in an attic: ???The dust in the air was made up of the book I found,??? he writes in a journal. ???I breathed the book before I saw it; tasted the book before I read it.??? So for inanimate objects, too, there is no such thing as beginning or end, only a constant remixing" . . . . .