Extraordinary Discourse 461
Playing The World’s Edge Dedicated to Richard Vick, artist, father, adventurer Who just departed on the big one. He suffered and he loved. That was once his choice for a tombstone inscription. Bon Voyage, old sailor. Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard. Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore