it is almost not worth the effort to do as much as punch out these letters on the keyboard the length of time in between successive thoughts here varied externally, penetrating internally, just how thee hadn't dreamed it to be... stomp stomp stomping stomped what does it feel like, that which thee? for me, i know. inter relations [link] , a concept of action at a distance aconcept so irregularly traught upon yet, distance feels as but a toy when e v e r y t h i n g is so distanced, what is close to overlap and how can we tell the two apart? what is rare?., is how unfrequently "visited" the unison of one and one as one makes one is from our minds and experiences such that when it does and when "allllll one" know, that what was whole in two resides wholly now in one as me as you. to think that such a dream come true that i have yet to speak, of possibility , i have experienced the most improbable cascade of relations of which my soul has ever layed sise on, to k n o w this to be of a potential manifest, to know that if at all and ever something of this would be true... it could only be... i see it now of whom. now is where i explain to you or try that dream, that manifest, as potential sublimes to ... . to wait is the most sacred the utmost beautiful way in which this life could ever flourish, and the only way. the only way i see it happening, and the only way it should is how it would if it should and could . that which has been in taste of well informing thee to understand just how and why by-and-by may come to be that while hand in hand, step ing with me as i with you we dance at 93, is perfectly...the happening, of potentially the ground which leads directionless unerringly exactly where we st ride and.