That boundary between the world as it is and as any of us would rather have it be is a stark cartography of relentless dissatisfaction. The expanding volume and referential space between what is and what might be is that labyrinthine, glorious confusion around which this, our own selves, orbit and upon which the essential definition of a whole world is founded. We rarely pause to stop and think that this whole world or culture and circling pathos is really only just sitting there as dancing neurophysiological or electrochemical patterns of information between our ears and if (and when) we leave, this world of ours also departs with us.
Daedelus Kite 