" In cigarette-smoke-soaked Copenhagen, under a wide thin sorrowful sky, as swans drift down the water, i am looking a long time into the muteness of my brother. it resists me. He refuses to be "cooked" in my transactional order. To put this another way, there is something that facts lack. "Overtakelessness" is a word told me by a philosopher once. Unumgangliche- that which cannot be got round. Cannot be avoided or seen to the back of. And about which one collects facts- it remains beyond them."
-A Carson, NOX