Time varied at heights and depths similar to differences of pressure and temperature but unique; time bent, stretched, conducted, induced, like metals but was not the same as before. Why could not time take on newness inwardly and outward, to the far reaches, the marchlands beyond unchartered, unknown, desired? Time was another libration point.
        Chambered are the beating hearts, chambered are the mansions, chambered are the instruments of music, chambered is perception.
        Without doors existing in multiplicities.
        Chambered is life surpassing all others.
        "We can look at every 1."
        "We must look everywhere."
        The search.
        The spinning.
        A string but not fragile.
        Strong, lasting.

        "She will be all right now." Haggerty straightened from her patient speaking to Elaine.