You point to the left. You point to the right. Your hand doesn’t naturally point to where it’s attached.

With large swathes unknown, a step forward. A step forward. A step.

A small win. A win nonetheless. Celebration!

Where is the entrance? At the front? At the back? More importantly, where does it enter to?

From it flows all things. When out of tune, a rushing river or pressurized geyser. When in tune, at rest a calm steady flow.