There is a parable about the Transformation of Things and in this almost Daoist text (which, trusty translators) carry me to the place that I don't know how to go even having drawn the map and been there, several times silence, you are a terror, when loss is feared freedom from all is attachment to none and thus removal cannot be done but all but the most wild of theories cannot boast a cull of teary eyes that have seen are bound to dream of going on forever and singing songs clever don't go! I forget myself remember! on the shelf there is only one book and it says: do not speak; you are lost.