We always felt this was an interesting case. Our research (and our opinion) has borne that out fully. We did not expect to find what we found next, but we are finding expectations increasingly less useful. With every step forward, the light behind us grows dimmer and the space in front of us grows larger. The feeling is new. We had to release several lengths ago, and our concerns melted and pooled up around us. I now question if different directions are different, but one thing has become clear: there are no straight lines and curves are impossible. Maybe there is only one line, and it is where we are. I am unsure if we can finish, and I am unsure if the finish is the end. Maybe one day we can go home.
