The Fountain Walking in Lexington woods as a teen, with my friend Ian, life was more mysterious, in the way it is for teenagers, who anticipate their lives. I recall breathing in the night, breathing in the stars, by the Minuteman at Lexington Green. We talked about a movie, in which a conquistador encounters eternal life, which swallows him, vegetation eating his body. It was not the eternal life expected, it was more terrible than that... the conquistador blossomed violently into the present, green vines of the world tree.