Grand Central Station

Once there was this idea that everything was contained within geometry. There was also an idea that God and geometry were indistinguishable... or if intelligible... then the big fingerprints were written all over everything... and geometry was the proof that the main suspect had been there and touched the world. Pretty much the whole mess collapsed. Funny thing too. People built grand central station. Geometry too. You go from there.

Leaves you with something funny... say you're held prisoner in a beautiful palace all your life and then escape and roam the world a bit and sit under a tree after discovering slums, death and women. Yes, sit and sit and sit and think... and come up with what? The exit... or just another track leading out of Grand Central Station.

Say you decided to sit in a cave and watch shadows cast on a wall by firelight. Would you get confused by the shadow and believe it real. Turning round and seeing the source of the shadow would it be real? Or in the game, is the fire, shadow, source and wall all part Grand Central Station... and not really anything more but more fingerprints.

The same with word and thought... all dreams upon the back of a great Tortoise. A lovely creature supported by infinite recursive definition. The manifest and created spilled out of the rabbit hole onto the fabric of space. Num Num Num, is that the langoliers I'm hearing?

Oh but this is funny... I've been riding the subway all along. Stupid A train... next time I'm not getting off and running around Times Square with a sugar rush and jumping on the first thing I see which looks like a train but isn't. Next time I'm walking. But taking a great circle route.