Flow is what happens, what emerges, the moment we desire something slightly beyond
our current limited view of ourselves. Flow is everywhere. Flow is life. Flow is both the
graceful falling of the dancer through the arc of becoming, as well as the negative space
and time around. Flow is constantly weaving in and and out and through all the words
and images used to represent what we experience. Flow is between the words, underneath
every syllable, gently infusing each letter, until you remember that every time you type, you
spell, you perform magic. A performance. Flow.