I have been thinking and writing and reading and thinking and writing all morning, just trying to get a handle on a conundrum and isn't that just it. Working out what I know I know while trying to figure out that which I do not. I have a new word, which is paravihara. I just made it up - well not really, its a composite but its my composite so hands off. But its a parabiotic meeting space, the point of 'in-between' which Benjamin would call, 'a terra incognita in the hollows between the lands we know...' and I like that idea very much indeed. And I was thinking that travelling to such a place is also the art of writing because you are afloat on half a boat which you are still building as you sail. But I can't dawdle here, I am shipping water and listing wayward... that was the river, this is the sea:
