Yes I am. Go toward what quivers most between Me You and It. That is the only map, as I was instructed by my guide on the eve of this textual journey. All travelers in this syllabic geography are at the mercy of their own and each others' hearts, eyes, hands and ears, climbing down through strata of lexical buildup to reach a jeweled atmosphere in which dreaming is affirmed, accelerated and exhilarated.