This was an exercise to inform myself about what I KNOW versus what I THINK about everything, including and probably most importantly, myself. What am I? Energy, light, perception, consciousness, satisfaction, boundaries, freedom, time, love, joy? How do I learn to sing the stones into being and why should I? I know that the faster the film moves past the aperture, the slower the motion when played back. I KNOW the faster, the slower. I have experienced it once a long time ago. A conundrum right off the bat.

All I can do is explore

perhaps in an oblique manner, teasing whatever I am into revelations, however small until I KNOW, if I ever do. And yet I suspect I already contain the information. The trick is to bring it forward.

This book is personal. I used the making of it, playing with my photographs, as a tried and true way to get me out of my left brain and logical, scientific mind and let whatever creative juices and higher energies, like maybe a higher consciousness, be evoked. It is this process that illuminates any wormholes in my particular reality. A dreamlike pronouncement was given to me recently: "Sing the stones into being." So I search for the metaphoric meaning of those words along with answers to countless other of my endless inquiries. Perhaps this little book might be a fleeting guide for someone else's need to find his or her own process(es). Who (or what) KNOWS?