Further still Zeami (29) writes,
With Nõ answer but an echo the Rose blooms before us, purely a reflection of Being.
Here we search for answers, echolocating in space and time for the meaning of Being,
for a sense of self belonging to some greater reason that is difficult if not impossible to define.
Alas as soon as we begin to understand the Rose fades or is run over by another Train, another Line.
Still new Roses bloom in every moment and Nõ writer moves slowly in order that the viewer
might savour the essence of Nõ Flower via trans cognitive langue/lines
where two is two but not two31 and the Rose transcends binary codes.
Is it just as it has always been, the Rose just being?
Does the essence of the Rose transcend cognitive thinking?
Does knowing the Roses essence transcend cognitive thinking?
Can we truly know the Rose, especially since it says Nõ thing?
Still these are all questions of Maya (illusion) ...
Phonemes and Mythemes in a River that runs on from the headwaters, the mouth of the river,
into the sea till it washes back again and evaporates into the sky before it falls as snow.
Snow on cherry blossoms ... and Roses. 32
PRESENT . . . A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing -
FUTURE . . . (From Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There )