What’s next? Let’s see. Ah, this sentence apparently, and after this one there comes another, and another. “But what are you actually saying Jim? What’s the point, the meaning to the sentence; where are you going with it, why should I bother even reading it? What’s the point? The point, the point, give me the goddamn point will ya!” Ha! The desperation to make sense, to get it, grasp it, whatever ‘it’ might be; to not waste time, time is precious, to get to the goal, the finish line, the top. And so we miss it, don’t we? The journey: the curves and lines that these letters make; the pulsing of the heart; the rich, sensual explosion of this-here-now. Until maybe we stop, just for a moment, and let the sense-making go; not forever, just for a moment . . . . . . . . . . . . . . then we step back in again, willingly, with a new light in our eyes.
