“put your hand down!” he said in the elevator, slapping her hand, joyous expression. terminated. “Hello….,” “Hi there,” hands raising, another slap, the ox…

“I thought you didn’t have a name”,1 Perhaps it’s true, it really is, for the nameless name is yet not even the true name.…

pointer it is mentioned the analogy of the earth… and mapping… it is seen… the earth’s distances on that map, the map’s primary dimension…

the middle, is reserved for the kami; receive, do not take, this is the way, the path, the light. just off axis, no more…