If you become aware of the weave, of the stuff woven, the weaving, you find that the stuff is something like question, as if question was not what someone does but the stuff out of which someone is knitted and taken apart again to maintain the knitting. It hasn't yet been formulated, but form can only arise out of this stuff and to become that look in everyone's eyes, gazing out into the open, that questioning of reality in which we identify life, or just call it sentience. It's not only to feel but a desire to resolve, that in us becomes a desire for response, for knowledge, for acknowledgment, or to be the one that acknowledges finally what is being held back, because you wouldn't ask if you didn't already know. And here is where your inventions get the best of you, because you displace this into a seeking in the imagined world, which means that you go looking exactly where you can be sure of not finding, which takes a lot of doing. The more you can narrow down the displacement the richer it becomes, but don't stop there, be ready to take the final leap, which is not final and not a leap, into here.