In nature, one encounters living waters. These take, approximately, (+)five forms. The sky. The eyes of living beings. All that thrives and is muchly green. Waters and mist. The one who encounters…

Now, each of these are, in metaphoric sense, windows. But they do not open upon precisely upon a physical place, so much as a way of interbeing. An intersection of effects from diverse moments and places…

In this sense, even a mind is somewhat like this, too, for it can be understood as a peculiar way of reflection, refraction, transmission, and interference… (and more). A window with unusual properties which exists in a not-entirely tangible ‘situation’.

And if you look at our cities, you will see this paradigm, absolutely essential in nature, emulated. Windows into places. Windows into capsules. Little boxes all arranged with windows. And even this I write upon, is a window of a sort… for our machines have becomes windows that lead… similarly…across -very strange gaps- into places -of astonishing collectivity- and -unimagined danger and opportunity-.

I am trapped behind windows. And I see many living waters and windows, all around and within me. But in my trap I am reminded of an astonishing thing that once happened in an old building. The window was gone. The frame remained, but there was neither reflection, transmission, or reception. Just free exchange between within and without.

No window. It was just gone.