And yet: a door. A vantage, an angle, a perspective. Yes. For you, for a price, for ever, yes. Gnomon travels, does something for me, Gnomon is transformed. Blue morpho beautiful. Atlas vast. Death’s head, if you prefer. Gnomon becomes whatever Gnomon becomes, the river shapes around the rock and not the rock worn away by the river. The universe is changed, was always that way, in the slipstream: water falling. Myoushu.