Untitled - January 11, 2002 It is falling through a million layers of white haze and clouds until you realize that landing means a stop to everything that is happening. For an endless moment, there is a wavering as to whether ending this freefall is even possible, until you discover, that already, heartbeats, thoughts, and directions became synchronous in the first minute of meeting. This continuous flight becomes a silver clarion call as the idea becomes reality.