It begins with a grid.... no... it begins with a white space, wait, a grid over a white space, a grid over the space of creation, no....  it begins with light, with a shifting mode, it begins with the ocean, with colour, with resonance, it begins with resonance, then a measure, well, not quite a measure exactly, with time, or with one man's perception of time as an infinite sequence of moments, of the bristle of retina, it begins with trying to capture the ineffable in paint, light in paint, life in paint, in inert matter, to hold the infinite shifting blanket of colour, no not 'hold' but glimpse? Reach towards? To find a notational system for the infinite, ever-shifting 'somethingness'... the colour of being... it began with the first man... then with learning a language, a mathematical order, a placing of pebbles, no even before that, it's the grasp for an alphabet, a vocabulary for light, for life and the immaterial... well, colour then?... perhaps... or sound?... or both?... simultaneously... it is a means of ordering, no, not exactly of ordering, but of striving for order in an infinitely incomprehensible space... it is the acceptance of the fallibility of human perception and transcription of something other to, beyond, ourselves, it is all this, it is the rules of chance, the dao de ching, it is sisyphus, it is pan, it is John Feldman, Brian Eno and Kate Bush, it is the violet of that shadow, the pink of the mountain, it is the green-black of a hundred-year old preserved egg, it is the blue that cannot be known, it is a flock of starlings and a Navajo Ghost dance... it's something and nothing, absurdism and exaltation, between being and non being... it's a devotion and a heartbeat, a life and a wave on the ocean... a taxonomy of the inexplicable, semaphore for the spectrum... it begins somewhere... and nowhere... and continues to hover in that space, oscillating between sense and nonsense, between the thing outside and the thing within... it is both, an all encompassing moment... follow a line, follow numbers and broken sequences, not broken it's just that right is left, written in the wrong direction and orange is blue just as much as blue is orange and I am all and none of the above... a chaotic system, it is quantum physics, it is a notational system for the thing beyond metaphor... it begins with us... no, it begins with the cosmos... um, perhaps not, it begins before words or the need for words, it undoes the knot of us, or perhaps just loosens it, like the landscape does, like the wind, talks to us in another language, one which is not human and perhaps that is part of what we have to... no, not have or must or need, but what we...