Meaning matters, I said (although I think perhaps I'm wrong...).
We come here, perhaps, to make a memory, or simply perhaps to look at blue,
and hand our sister over.
There's meaning there, my brother said. (I think perhaps he needs a camera...)
What then? A path to take, the inner structure broken and revealed, the curl of nature set against a human-made geometry? Perhaps...
Fractals, I said (although I think perhaps I'm facile...).
Our understanding, said my brother, is bound to time. If we could live as long as trees or stones, we might be wise.
I feel, I said, as though I work now only with impressions, ideas defeat me (although I think perhaps this doesn't matter...).
We are deterred, my brother said, by others' excellence.