When earmarked pages of old books are uncovered by those who are searching not for knowledge, but a sense of mystery, those pages themselves become oracle-like in their intent. What appears before the reader is important only in so far as he, or she, chooses to see what is revealed as instructive or indicative of information warranted by another to be too much, or too little, causing an interruption or a pause, perhaps to think, to sleep, to recall, to remember. These pauses are quintessential to clear understanding and assimilation for they possess enveloped in them a stirring that upends all willful thought, rendering the reader mute and maybe even deaf to anything but the silence itself. Earmarked pages are hallowed ground indicating that life was interrupted somehow whether by thought, outside interference or enoughness. At least for now. Where we pick up is where another left off. Mighty then is the threshold where words end and silence begins. Wonder, then, is not to be found in constant examination, it is found rather in 'pausation', a shift in routine that leads us on a new path that meanders unbidden, around existing forms we know well, yet we carry with us seeds of previously unmanifest knowing and sensing and feeling, adjusting our sails, if ever so slightly towards winds not unknown, rather unharnessed.
