An expansion of consciousness takes place, the fabric evolves over time. Create with the love of God (not the caricature, but formless animating essence). Create what will transform. Create what will roam the world alive. A writer is her architecture. Language has to account for the transport of time, Being, dreams, love. And for One, the cargo essence: Spirit. Crystal ships and dreamless shores. Narrative tracks and containers carry the weight of time. Narrative tracks engraved in Earth to carry heavier cargo. To explore the countryside and the peripheral world, eventually abandoning the vehicle and the map as well. To shift one lane, one plate, one world.