Many images disappeared this year. If they disappeared they must have appeared, but there's no trace. There's a trace in mind of what was and still is. Therefore, we say yes. Seeing things as they are, without seeing. We know some things without seeing, for we have seen things. We know what is, though we can't put a finger on it. Things come together as things fall apart. Things blow apart like stars. The heart is yet mirroring. This is reality, both out there, on the ground, and ungrounded, within us, down there, within us, beyond knowing. Known in such a way as this observing, not merely, not knowing, bearing witness, healing. Because of the artificial light we can't see the stars. They're still there as we are. Under the artificial landscape there is still the one ground, unknown and knowing.