VII. Skies stretch out to the bluest places you've ever seen if you are prepared to stay up all night and watch. Watch out, what's coming? There are endless insurmountable places that make a jigsaw puzzle out of the edges of what you think you know is coming, and the natural reaction is to prepare for the circumstances that seem to be inevitable, but the sand beneath the car tyres has become so soft, almost like flour, and you are pushing forward on puffs of air. You sneeze when the flowers open out their petals for bumblebees to make visits. It's much more scheduled than you'd imagine. These bees are probably better planners than human beings be.
VIII. In the road the space for a person is quickly accounted for. The person who felt their feet on the road for the last time on earth will not disrupt the data input. No transformations needed for this particular anomalie.
IX. People disappear and reappear and it might be personal and it might not be. That's what the road so far has taught me. You get from it what you put whole-heartedly into it. You listen so you learn. You help so you are held. The sky is bashful. I must stay here quietly for a while/
