The notion that the land gave us flying,

you said, or conceivably flying made us

aware of the notion of land, was your most recent

attempt to strike a lasting chord. Of course,

this exposed our admiration for the hard-hatted surveyor

wide-eyeing a dumpy level. There is in me someone

who would rather fall out a window, Buster Keaton-like,

and come up important like a tripod. Gurdjieff nearly

cried for collaboration. We both pointed to his

eminently readable mustache; graspable yet airborne.