Why did the chicken cross the road? Because she looked one day, and there was a structure there. Imagine a spire. No, higher than that. It had crystalline windows, and crystalline walls. It swayed in the wind, the wind sang against it. Imagine a spire. No, higher than that. She was crying before she knew it. Before she knew it, she had one hand over her mouth and one foot in the road. She was standing in its doorway. She had already crossed the road before she had known it. The tower went up, and up, and up. She went into it and went up, and up, and up. Imagine a spire. No, higher than that. And that is why the chicken crossed the road.