The links are like comets on the surface of a pond, doubly illusory. When we get older we move toward the feminine, toward repose. Linear and hypertextual narratives seem a polarity but are only opposite shores of a stream. Our literacy is littoral. There are no linear stories, only linear tellings or readings.
Water does as much as it travels or eddies, changing change, successively taking the same form.
We will have to watch. Each infuses us with a different kind of life. The one feeds us, figuratively and literally. The other protects us from lies and tyranny. As artists and thinkers and teachers we long for animation, interruption, redirection and construction.