How we go about our literate practice is changing as we speak.  And so changes our meaning as literate beings.  This has always been, but it's obvious now, because of our time’s instability.

 

 

 

 

Comes a sadness, yes, this understanding we are all of us becoming other than what we time past thought ourselves to be; that our once so finely tuned self-definition as literate beings given reason by our library of heroic masterworks is dissolving.

 

 

 

But we can make this crossing.  It is no more than the many beyond count and memory we have made before.  The AllofUs.