CR is becoming a pawnshop; it seems to me that its framework for the love of riding can no longer be represented on a relief map. This same framework is suspended on fragile wires. It is frightening to think that a poem dedicated to Masi is on its way. May be it should be written in Italian, may be the next article on Masi by its structure will yield to poetic representation, namely the impulses, intentions and amplitudes of oscillation...I see why Giordano Bruno was burned in vain. Take an advice from: study carefully all speech defects, listen to stutterers and lispers, to whiners and mispronouncers and then your Masi vocabulary will grow to be a canto. Because right now everything jigs like a Dürer skeleton on hinges.