The most basic of all symbols, of all marks of significance, of all visual directions to the interpreting mind is the period, the dot, the point, the full stop.

Anything less than the point is the blank space, a character as important as any other (and more important than most), but one that serves merely to subdivide visual sentences into words.

So nothingness is important, but the point is the beginning of something, of anything, the movement out of nothing and into thingness.

A dark blue dress rises from the cold frost fields, apprehended dimly. In a cold season of wakened witchery, dark hands make difference. hope is the same as grief. I am reminded that I fashion my own openings by the dream that own me. There are so many, how do I choose? The bridegroom will be crowned in sacred union.