text: A Point Through Time . The Only Words of Beverly West As recorded by Dr. J. Troyer, PhD Calvinstein Research Hospital, Psychiatric Ward B. . What is a line? Can you describe it to me? A point through time? A line is a point through time? . Here is a book Time is the pages Chapters are ages Flip through and have a look. . What is this dot? Just Flip the pages? Watch it move? . SLAM! <Subject slams his open palm on the floor> . Compress those pages! Delete those ages! What have you got! A line is point moving through ages! . Here is a line! Move it sideways, Now look timeways! A square is a line through time! . Now take that square. And just like so. I see you know. A cube is a square moving through time? . What is time? Is time the dimension which makes a point a line? What separates Cube from Square? That something is just one-thing moved here to there? . Yes of course! Now you have it! But that is just the door; I have more! . If a Cube is a Square, And a square a line, What is a point? What moved through time? . You’ve made the leap! You’ve guessed my game! But it is fuzzy down that small, Like point without choices. . But now go up! If each thing Is some other thing What are you, moving through time? . Oh fuck that! That’s to much! Time plus me is something else? And that plus time is else and such? . Again you’ve done it! Saw my clues! And saw rues! Now see the rest with truth to choose. . This can’t be forever Time upon time and time again . CLAP! <subject “claps” his hands in front of his eyes> . Open your eyes! We are a thing frozen in time! A thing, a thing, a thing open your eyes! . If I am thing frozen in time. Made from dots and points and lines. But time can’t be folded forever: Who is where time runs never? . And wherever one looks Nothing changes. Are we lines or dots? Pages or Books? . But that is our calling! That our trip through time Might not rhyme But would always be enthralling. . What is our picture? What are we painting? Through time, What is our legacy saying? . How depressing. How undressing. This line upon the paper is grown My painting is done and me through time is known . But that can’t be! You have a choice! This or that, King James or James Joyce. Our path through time rings our voice. . But if something is me dragged though time That thing is whole, like this line. The dots have vanished, their futures banished Their choices are plain to see. . So how can it be For the choices of me To be crafted in original time? . Do the choices I make change the maker’s choices Does creation mold divine? . And how would be For the choices I see To be stretched where there is no time? . That at the creation The choices’ formation The now can touch the divine. . No, we are here And it is there Between there is no line. Unless of course we are points, separated by time. .