Craft work takes a crayon and a pensive magic and directs unyielding skepticism at the ethereal: if it's not touchable, it's un un un. Um, hesitation is the true process. Contortions on the first thousand tries take the mind's grating, clicking, kissing teeth; the feeling at the back of the skull from the uncomfortable bone conduction: it's why people learn in groups, discomfort is best served together. Solitude, however, is no barrier to the ten thousand thingness; fortitude is a word and actions happen closer than at a distance. Dragons were not made to be slain. They make maps feel mysterious enough to finish. To die well is to create the conditions for life.