No need to go anywhere. Everywhere is right here. How can silence rumble? How can a page turn in half, reveal another… and another? Page after page of reaction. There is no mind, only page after page. We are spiderlings, casting a thread of delusion from which we hang our lives. Every place is familiar. Ah, I’ve been here before, but never a dull moment. Without practice, these word edges grow dull and jagged. Suffice it to say a candle burns in the tomb of this world and these seemingly solid hills are flickering. That’s the lamp Jesus said burns within each of us.