Some people have ideas that resemble things they keep locked in cabinets: jewels, for example, or crystal high up on shelves sparkling down on those of us who cannot reach. Our ideas resemble that which most comfortably surrounds us: books, maps, sky, wind, trees, concrete. My thoughts, kept in darkness, are like spices I rely on for cooking. Here: let me show you my turmeric, paprika, nutmeg.