(from a notebook, January 2001)

It is not so much a tangible facet of existence as an abstract concept made real. Imagine: a delicate web of aetherial threads that weave around and through each other, stretching into oblivion and growing even as they do. They may be seen as glowing with the light of inspiration, heard as mumbling with the voices of ancient scholars, felt as brimming with the power of eternity. All that may ever be is bound within their limits, but all may be as their limits know no restriction. They are forever moving, flowing from one form to another with no pauses or breaks, as every action made inside their energies changes the full landscape of present and future.