Humans add the spice of incongruity to the world. We seek to stamp the world with who we are, so incongruities abound. They may be as simple as the fonts on the storefront, as ironic as the pickup and covered wagon, or as unobtrusive as the green plastic chair sitting near the old wooden rocker. We bear another image. Unity (though corrupted) courses in our veins. That is why coffee keeps you awake for whatever marathon you happen to be involved in. Wood and metal can both transport us, and plastic and wood can both offer us a place to sit.