I had pictured, as a younger man, that the things I knew and
would know were bricks in something that would, effortlessly,
eventually, shape itself into something recognizable, meaningful.
A massive and spiritual sort of geometry -- a ziggurat, a pyramid.
But here I am now, so many years on, and if there is a shape
to all this, it hasn't revealed itself. But no, thus far the things
I know grow out, not up, and what might connect all these
things, connective tissue or synapses, or just some sense of
order, doesn't exist, or isn't functioning, and what I knew at
twenty-seven can't be found now.
(from "You Shall Know Our Velocity!" -- 2002)