Here i am wishing i had something small to link me into that place where i can articulate the heart as it goes out into the sea and comes back again. When i think that illusive thought i would like to have something to write it down, other than a pen, and tap into that great matrix, that well of words ... web of wonder ... and articulate the heart as easy as breathing. Like Ma birthing ideas, seeds of Nõ becoming, like language becoming through me, i would be a humble servant for the greater love of the thorned and petaled Rose blooming upon the Railway Lines.

The "differance" where "meaning is continuously and (in theory) endlessly deferred"27 is the verb backwards from where we are going ... going back into that logical echo ...where there is ground and Nõ ground ... beneath our feet slipping till we are falling off the planet / page into space and time that extends forever ... philosophically speaking time / space going on infinitely ... like the ring road in infinite circles ... like the wheel of the world forever turning ... like fire forever burning ... like the verb forever moving meaning one thing and then the other ... meaning many things to many people never knowing if the particular meaning (the impulse of the heart) i am trying to convey is fully understood by the viewer or reader.

The conundrum of communication is the nebuli (multiple stars) of meaning. Except through dialogue we cannot know if the other fully understands. If i let this essay flow out upon the page like water that does not stop will i be a better sailor than before? On this Nõ boat, in Nõ canoe paddling forever through the river of life, i am trying to get to the other side but never reaching there for we are far distant from each other, too far from meeting, for even as we understand the meaning slips away into the existence of life, the train goes on taking a different (differ net) direction to another track another time another line or else derails and cannot continue. But continue i must, for