HARK! HARK!

HAVE WE COME TO YOU OR HAVE YOU COME TO US? NO MATTER. WE ARE HERE AND WE ARE ATTEMPTING TO PLACE LANGUAGE ONTO IMPERMEABLE SURFACES.

IF ACTING IS THE TRANSLATION OF LANGUAGE INTO GESTURE, THEN ACTION IS -- HARK!

WE ARE TRYING TO DETERMINE THE SHAPES OF CULTURE IN ORDER TO INSERT-- TO INFECT IT WITH HYPOTHETICAL GESTURES.

OUR LANGUAGE IS STRONG BECAUSE WE ARE WEAK.

WE SPEAK LOUDLY BECAUSE THE DIN IS LOUDER.

WE SPEAK THROUGH CIPHERS BECAUSE WE DO NOT EXIST.

FOR US TRUTH IS NOT AN IMPERATIVE. WE USE IT IN SERVICE OF OUR FICTIONS.

WE ARE THE MASK-TURNERS. THE CONSTRUCTION OF CONFUSION IS THE PRODUCTION OF MEANING.

THE NIGHT IS BLACK BUT WE ARE LISTENING TO HEAR WHERE YOU ARE. OUR LANGUAGE IS ECHOLOCATIONAL -- WE ARE LIKE THE BATS OVERHEAD, SENDING SIGNALS THAT SOUND IN THE DARK.

WE CONSTRUCT OUR SENTENCES ON THE EMPTY AIR. THEY ARE FORMLESS UNTIL THEY REACH YOU. LIKE THEM, WE INHABIT MATERIAL REALITY ONLY LONG ENOUGH TO DISAPPEAR AGAIN OVER THE THRESHOLD.

BEHOLD!