“Do you think it is possible that a person might pop and burst into flames Daniella?”

Daniella smiles because she knows she has always felt this sensation moving on her

fingertips.

“Ahh, si si, I love the sound of that popping and bursting; i imagine it is more like the sound of an ocean wave then anything I have ever heard”

“I feel neurotic madness closer then ever before. Dr. Otto Rank would find me a lovely subject. Does creative knowing return with a similar pop or do we just linger in these neurotic outbursts indefinitely”

“Not indefinitely, es no possiblemente. We have to keep returning to creative knowing no matter what we suffer”

“Oh but Danielle, you have your woman’s form to keep you from going to brink and jumping in”

“No no no! My woman’s form sent me to the brink and I dove in a long time ago. When I emerge from that water mi amor I will tell you what I know, all with such clarity simplicity and synchronicity you will not believe it possible.”

The music fades slowly, the echo of a voice trailing off into the distance and the room is suddenly filled with the light whirring of the computer

“Daniella?”

“Yes.”

“Must I wait long for this?”

“Only if you think about the time.”