Writing
Building up a relation of concepts into a web and tying webs together into a narrative.
Presentation is the book.
This fear makes me happy because the narrative is a construction and I am doing it. I am constructing. Now to find where the dastradly beast was born. To find the placenta and sift through it as if it were holy entrails...this BASTARD child.
Breathing without thought.
It is not analytical. It is meditation. Not to be pressed into concept.
Easy possibilities are taints to the narrative as side-stories grow in their imagination.