I step in a taxi, again. It takes me there fast,cutting the white dotted lines of highwayinto miles of silence. Back to my mother in the ship or the plane, reversing my stepsto see her curving herself into her pillowsher red walls, her eyes not seeing me but a blur.My mother calls to me from her place far away in deep mind, where she has built a tower of knowing.From her far tower, she can see the ... (read more)