stands, walls, subdivisions, separation of church and state, vatican II and pre vatican II, BC and AD, such things, well, it's the point of a triangle, the tip, the rooftop, so to speak, upon which a chicken lays an egg, and which side does it fall down? but a vector, always a vector, intersections among lines, forming a plane, a level of existence, then a change of direction, a change of speed, and suddenly, maybe, but for every step forward, there's things left behind, a bird flaps wings and leaves a comfortable nest, a river flows from source to ocean, joining the great vastness of itself and others, outside and in, but breakin' through? hard to do, taking that step, making that move, sucking up and dealing.