How do you say no to yes?
And what do you do when you feel a truth so pervasive that you have no where to go but back into the surging cosmic spiral of everything and nothing?
And what about the times when there's something of grace drizzled upon it all, a lure, like a hook, do you turn and run towards it? Away? Where's the return? Where's the safety zone?
What makes intimacy groundless?
Who holds transparency?
I wonder, of the most impossible, of the most inconceivable of all: How to proceed beyond fear...