R.V. stands many paces from the target. The air is hot, yet the sun has only just begun to rise. R.V. pulls the arrow back; he does not look at the target, but at the mountain in the distance. He lets go of the arrow, the arrow strikes the target crisply, making the noise of hard, compacted straw, the bull's eye sound is like a match-strike that echoes across the desert. R.V. knows he does not need to look at the target to expose his achievement. He takes a second arrow and not looking, again ponders the mountain. Let's call this arrow B. Arrow B, as you might have guessed, splits the previous arrow into pieces, decimating it. Some splintery waste falls to the ground at the foot of the target. Arrow B now occupies an exact space in the center of the target, the shooter knows this, he too is in the center of the target, actually part of the target, his mind focused at the point of the arrow. When R.V. shoots the next arrow he does not look at the target, he does not look at the mountain his eyes are closed. Upon release, there is no sound from the arrow or the target. A small dust funnel whispers through the creosote, and he can hear young birds chirp on account of the water nearby and the sparrow’s nest in the eve of the house. Arrow C missed the target, R.V. cannot find arrow C despite his search around the target and virtual excavation of the site. Further out, beyond the target and arrow trajectory, he finds the footprint of an old building and a fragment of a vessel. R.V. identifies as part of a teapot. A new direction is proclaimed.