Of the Will to Power (Nietzche) and of self realizing through Being in the World while "the turning cycles of time wheel on, reflecting the eternal light of which they are the manifestation and in which we live, whether we know it or Nõ"(Verslui, 27), it is my task to realize through writing this eternal return, this Nõ becoming. Will Yeats write this essay from the other side of Nõ bridge? Will Language write this Nõ essay through me ... as you may read it in any light with or with out the radio on ... while the Dionysian/Appolonian ride through time goes round in circles till it spirals off the edge of the world infinitely into space. If we fall off the edge, if the ground slips beneath our feet then we go into that Gap that extends forever as Young as we are.

If one has an understanding of Iki/Essence then one can relate and correspond with natural reason.

We had the Celtic festival this spring. i saw the Rose. i heard thunder and lightening in my dreams and in the morning it was raining. i went to sleep dreaming about love upon Railway Lines. Unuttered and known, a reflection of body, a body of reflection, reflections of the Rose upon a page.

IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet black bough.29

Letters and words like petals fall to form the nature of wet black inked boughs on paper trees ... petals on a wet black bough ... lines upon a page ... while technological extensions and cyborg destiny becomes reality ... as we become cyborg metis and global philosophers linking our web sites to com.municate about Language Blooming, with the humming of our Mother boards and our thoughts travelling via the information highway/railway/ethernet. T/here "if the matrix is extendable, it can figure as the place of place. It is the first place that can ever be situated in a progression to infinity" (Irigaray, 34).

while we are weaving the web we are being woven into it


PAST . . . A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing -

PRESENT . . . A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing -

FUTURE . . . (From Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There )