In this incantation, I reflect on my reluctance to write, feeling that everything has already been said. The next step is a deeper retreat into isolation and Being, where I have consolidated all that I value into a single, narrow channel, ready to break free when I finally leap into the depths.
I find myself reluctant to write. I wonder if I have written everything there is to write. There is nothing more. At this point the next step is clear: further retreat, deeper isolation, more Being. I seem to dance around the edges of the pool describing what I see, but rarely do I jump deep in.
I have carefully prepared for it; I have concentrated everything I value into small screens. My engagement in them is deep, but it is consolidated so that when I do take the final leap there is only one narrow channel I must break.
What will it look like?
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