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










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