.......................................................................................................................................................... Morning, high above the city. Looking down through a notch in the hills, ocean and I become a wave lifting, curling, thrown against the rocks...ebbing home to rejoin the millions of life forms not yet captured by camera or net. How long before the continents drift together again? With Asia our neighbor, ancient Zen Masters will traverse the high mountains, vast deserts and green farmlands, leaving koans where primal rock art is fading to the bluster of New York City. Forget the art world, "because the art world as it has been theorized for nearly fifty years now, is subject to conditions that may soon cease to exist." Caught in the Dionysian myth of dismembered parts returned to make a more symbolically powerful being, the art world remains baptized by its illusion of a cohesive role reintegrating once tribal, now complex, bodies of planetary art. "Symbols do heal, but they heal not by re-assembling or re-integrating the old king who controls meaning. Control of meaning is the aim of totalitarian power in all its forms, and thus is the enemy of imagination and art." [S. Rowland, "ReVisioning Jung and the Healing Power of the Symbol in Art." Unpublished paper, 2013.] The old king bestows the magic of success on whatever he sees as projecting his values into meaning, no matter how inconsequential that meaning may be. Early afternoon. A rabbit running down the trail suddenly stops; looks; makes a sharp turn and disappears into the bushes. For a moment— shadows on the path join a rabbit and me. ......................................................................................................................................................... because the art world: P.M. Lee, Forgetting the Artworld. Cambridge, MA, 2012.