The first iteration of the mole joined the second version of the mole and then they both joined the third interpretation of the mole and on and on and on, for weeks on end, with new ingredients making their acquaintance with old ingredients and all of the old ingredients aging and deepening and acquiescing with the passing of time. The mole changed, the seasons changed, we changed, you changed—is this a restaurant dish or a passage from the Bhagavad Gita?
