And then I get a post from Harry, and I get them sometimes and I think why is he sending them, what are they conveying, I don't have time, but I read this one about Cormac McCarthy writing Blood Meridian on a battered Olivetti and no one knowing he existed and I read it to R. and she says there are so many people that exist and no one ever knows them, and I say maybe people like Cormac McCarthy write about them in a way, the ones who exist unknown, and I think I see through a little window Harry in my mind in a trailer park in the desert conveying messages. And messages may go into the nothingness and then come back again, and they may be felt, even unrealized, and they may come back as something else, but informed by what was unrecorded and forgotten, and they may light a new memory. The nothingness is all around us and it's full of information.