"Four Panes"

#0170. The siren song clarion call call out shout in through the four panes and from the four panes we derive our clarity we derive our purpose. All of this, Alice, has been about purpose. All of this, Alice, has been about meaning. This place is grim. But four panes show all the access of the universe. You drive forward face in like melting glass face out and scattered to the wind on seasick turbines. Four panes. She repeats it. Counts them out. One. Two. Three. Four. This is your hub. This, she says, is the launchpad to a universe of reason.