Sometimes I think we may be better off when we forge trails so exotic that we cannot recall their origins or their goal… they are both so beyond our common experience that we don’t even have the forms of memory required to preserve them… and thus, that we (at least temporarily) ‘lose the thread’ that fertilized our insights… sometimes I think we’re better off briefly pursuing enlightenments so ephemeral that we cannot recollect them a moment later… and yet, the urge to record, to formulate for transmission, to preserve in coded sequences of the language yet somehow deceives us… and thus we write the words instead of accomplishing their inspiration(s).