for Margie and anyone interested in fretless fields of sound, this might be the most perfect oud playing I've done. for Azure who has always believed in me. for Joanna who might yet take to notes falling from strings into gene pools of undiscovered species. for Kathy's Thackeray's Becky's determination and indeterminate formations of tensor qualities of sound. for Peter's sound determinacy and Mark's indeterminate sonic and superb functions. for my discovering vast new lands and lamentations and for healing and cicatrix. for absinthe which I'd like to credit for everything but can't for anything. for Ossi the cat and Opal the turtle. for the going forth by day and my returning to hir going forth by night. for Julu who has necessarily believed in me and Nikuko who has necessarily not. and for the sound which hollows out the world, returning ontology to itself, dark matter of light, enlightenment. and for this giving which is all my selves can do.