March 15, 2008
There is so much to apprehend, and only little grubby hands to grasp. Itís all a nasty business. The greatest show meets the eyes, so full of detail and movement within movement within within. Are you supposed to watch, stunned? Do something with it? Close your eyes and the assault continues with what blind flashes and croaking chorus of ringing and humming and bashing thrashing and whispering. Such sounds. Five senses full of sound. And yet it seems our purpose is to somehow ignore most of this and add to it. This is life? This is our turn to apprehend?