the build quarter arriveth

...and with its appearance, time now to gather the multifarious strands and weave something: ...of note? ...reifying the past 3+ years? ...that may never be actually finished? ...announcing one's "Last Light" work? ...of substance, or insubstantiality? ...dwelling in a strange new dimension? ...organically literary but synthentically prosaic? ...manifest? ...looking like actual work? ...that makes sense of an entire life? ...articulating the view from a certain escarpment? ...beholden to no one else's imagination? ...which might be called "Index Mirabilis"? ::chuckle:: So here we are. Time to get down to brass tacks, cinch up the garters, cut to the chase, [ employ other such clichés here, made up or otherwise ]. Deep breath. GO.