musings, multiplicity, the reason being always the same reason, there's only one reason, as all things come back to it, the sound of inevitability, the sound of one hand clapping, how mass draws mass, and flopping a big boat loses to a 4 of a kind, and all of a sudden, everything imagined, everything brought together for one brief instant in time, and suddenly, well, never mind. treading water. head above waves. drowning a thought, back of the head, ever present but not pressing. a remindrance, a remembring. once being there, and now forever gone. and always the questions, without answers, and found. understood. understanding? lost. no idea.