The world of ideas are has been populated by a human tendency to freeze nature. The world in its constant state of transience is far to unmanageable for us pragmatic beings, and so in an attempt to reinstate order we freeze the excitable monkeys of existence into neat cubes of ice. stacking our values, beliefs, tastes, opinions into piles in a stock room. Once static we can draft inventory and transport thought. But as the sell by date approaches we are briefly reminded of an impending impermanence. Like all things ice melts, and the day will come when all we are left with is a pool of water and a dead monkey.