The horizon that was lost became like that cave in between. What was substituted for a line was a representation, a transitional object with one particular object becoming the fulcrum of all relationships, for a time. The categories, in accumulating dimensions, accumulate personalities. Shouting in arrival, we are each becoming parts of each other, all swish, a dramatic event. The substantive relation between things is a series of moments which resolve themselves into a chord.
Relation is an attribute of all categories.
Thus, under the rubric of relation, all categories may be assimilated. It is as if I ran my fingers across all the keys at the same time and resolved the sounds into melodies, chords and voices. What comes between, is ghostlier still. Only the question brought the words together. A question came between and between is not usually what comes in the way.