Chapter 1 

I did not forget the words on Earth, they were all around me. God made them, I made them, they made them. And flying through them massaging me as I went they reminded me of all I took with me, all I treasured, a core, a fuel. Old word, first leverage toward the bleak ocean!

Dissipating images into the field of some playful nothingness; a trail of laughter. Up/down; in/out.

David Eide
January 24, 2014