Meanwhile, a tabby cat stalks chipmunks in the backyard.

A moment in an argument last night. He says,

I don't want to be analyzed right now. I just want to say how it is.

I have, since, realized that I have no need of the previous manifestoeses with which I've sometimes populated this space. Rather, a simple tenet that has been informing all of them -- the categorical refusal to accept anything without analysis, to allow it to be "how it is."