A book that is an open door, a current, an open window, a breeze over uncut grass, a dance of morning light on an old ruined sundial, a set of waves flowing up on a strange shore. This is a book that asks why do we give in to the psychotic and invasive Structure (and its many names)? A book that mingles witticisms and provocations so that the reader may settle into his or her soul and reflect. A book that works in associations, echoes, pulses, images,...