Here I sit, somewhere in the port of Spain, debating our existence with someone I've never met.nnnRead this moment like a rubber-band,nlet it resonate like the birth of a loved one,nplease let your opinions be flexible.nnYou say you've found the world and that you understand it, complete.nYou have only found a dead man.nnUnderstanding is only coming when you dispose of the breathless body.nnmy words are limited: their meaning is notnour lives are limited: our existence is notnnBe aware for your eyes have deceived you,nbecause everything you can seenis just a piece, a tiny piece, of a letter in an eternal alphabet,npart of a word in a manuscript that never ends.nnAt this point I'm off on a search to better my tongue,nand for a better description of this state we're all in.nnAll we need and no more.