and so she walked and walked, along the great western road, and with one long determined breath, she took in the road, the view and the air, the cool, crisp glaswegian air.. and then she looked beyond what was ahead of her, instead, a flexion of a sternocleidomastoid, and saw, by CN II, the beauty that lay beneath her, under that ancient bridge, the flow of the nature of things and the odd scene that just didn't mix, but somehow formed an amalgam of death, life, man, nature, wood, water, stone, plant.... and somehow these events were composed in her association cortex, finely dressed and put forward to her. she registered, albeit not without slight confusion and awe, of the irregularity that is in beauty, the incongrousity of life.