They gave us a thousand words, some rules and instruments. If we are able to externalize thoughts, to bring ideas to the "real", others can access this commonplace. But thinking exists in a thousand pieces and each dialogues with a dimension of being. In that sense, perhaps a good question to ask is: what makes something look like what it is? There is a tragedy inherent in the will to understand and apprehend the feeling of being in the world, the difficulty of understanding and communicating extends between bodies like an abyss.