X cannot avoid movement. No one can avoid movement. Everything is dissimilar, but everything faces the same obstacles. Can everything be redefined within the context of this common conundrum? Can X and Y be classified as the same thing?

  Can we classify X and Y as “objects adjusting to movement?” Are X, and her friends, doomed to constant adjustment? Must X chase the “next” phase forever? Can X be defined by how X adjusts to change. Is this the quality that separates X from Y? All X knows is adjustment. X's universe is just infinite adjustments.

  It seems overly epic to state that purpose is adjustment, but maybe Faith No More was right. It is the adjustments we make to the environment that determine the course of our lives. Since the movement of the exterior world never stops, failing to adjust to change, as the above equations show, will ensure a feeling of dislocation. It's not as if one has a choice in the matter. We do not choose to adjust or not adjust. Even the most stubborn vertebrate is transformed by the pulse of exterior movements. What distinguishes us and gives us individuality, gives us reason in an otherwise random field of complexity, is the manner in which we adjust to the phenomena that engulf the mind.

  The pile does not adjust of its own accord. The pile waits in stagnation until an ulterior force exerts adjustment upon it. Piles today are in a state of dislocation. They are misaligned with the consciousness of our society. Piles are in desperate need of an adjustment. It is up to us to relocate piles within the context of our modern society. By simply transforming the potential energy of a pile into the kinetic motion of visibility we can create a habitable atmosphere for piles and the benefits of pile-shaped thought.

  Piles possess a remarkably transformitive quality that has the power to topple the mental espionage of capitalism. Before we can adjust piles though, we must adjust ourselves to the realization that capitalism, if allowed to thrive unabated, will destroy everything that we hold dear.