we ignore what we cannot sense, but the truth I’m telling is nothing you didn’t already know, how certain things have a way about them, or certain things send out an attraction, light and water, there is no color, only light filling up the spaces in between. we ignore everything outside the frame, what does it mean if I tell you the difference between a river and an aqueduct is a matter of trees. you try to locate the gates of the afterbay opened churning and the water running high in dry summer, the water warmed before it hits the fields, just observe the way the light falls, observe the shadows, and tell me, where is the sun now?