INTRODUCTION :
 

In a nebulous chancy realm of mist and fog, wet eyes straining in the moisture laden air, perceiving dim and dangerous shapes, portents and wraiths, rivulets of light on eye, and which world are they in, and which world are we in now.

Perception and imagination create this world in equal measure, outside of time and place, our small circle within the fog. Stories tell of the fog that traps, of doomed ships still sailing in that other world - this becomes, easily, remarkably, an unfanciful idea within the grey veil. Sail on, sail on.

An eventual lightening, a glimmer, a breaking through, and a clearing - 

one hundred million scintillating droplets give form to air, shining like cobwebs in a sparkling dew

Idly musing on the parameters and possibilities allowed by this strange attractor, as a sphere of (mostly) burning hydrogen some 8 light minutes distant throws its dancing light upon these shifting waters


Sax Impey