Reality is either horizontal or vertical or both. The horizontal

produces us + eventually takes us back into its giant arms’ embrace. The

vertical is the exceptional human predicament, the up + forward striding

ambition that makes history + warfare.


The diagonal results from the hurts that the vertical suffers in the

process. It is our common human fate, the hard-to-sustain-in-between

life, neither up nor down that needs to muster all its strength to lift

itself up + the courage to invent tricks that keep it from falling. And

this trickery deserves a circus, however small or short, to celebrate

the inventiveness of the struggling body + mind in the fight against

falling, as well as a victory feast for the successful lifting itself