Of course it was intended for you, even if I had not intended it for you, LoL.
Are you not the governess of a chariot, and I your passenger? So fasten the straps and let us ride, shall we?
Our Quantum Quest still Quietly Quivers since that Quintessential moment when we discovered Q in Central Park, in search of Faust’s love, through the poem you read riding in the back of a yellow cab… Tell me, how was Germania? Have I pulled a golden arrow from my Quiver? Shhh!
Yes, but still to this day revelations deeper than you recognize haunt my thoughts…
For you see, years ago while in undergrad studio, on a rainy afternoon I was mourning Penthesila’s death by Exekias; and I fell asleep reading of that tragic moment, and had three strange dreams.
In each dream a word, three words in all, was revealed to me: Soho, Latigo, and Apobathos – Apobathos?!
I searched all these years to find the meaning of the third word to solve the riddle in my dreams, but to no avail.
But finally, last night, quietly and unceremoniously the riddle was crystallized. It occurred to me that the Apobathos I was searching was in fact Apobates. And the random words came together:
Latigo, Apobates, Soho!
So Goddess, Your Grace, I will ride on your chariot to my conQuest of the Grail, if so it pleases thee…
Where shall we meet? By water’s edge, of course! Why water? Nay, not for fertility, but for the fertile unconscious, for water and watery depths carry the substrate of conscious act on oceans teaming with unconscious portent.