September 29th 2010    Tim Candler

    Circles and straight lines have perhaps filled the mind with considerable nonsense.   But stubborn I will go to Kansas to see route 47, and I will visualize its nuances as it struggles with the Neosho River, as it visits the graveyard and as it declines into fitfulness while entering Fredonia.

    A straight line on a map might be an obscure entry into physical things.  It might be too wandering a process to meet the rigor of scientific enquiry.  Yet were it the field of Runnymede, or Pennsylvania Avenue there would be that possibility of a more ready communion between us.

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