The void language speaks a house-mark. In the house there is a table, on the table is a model-kit box. Built the kit, makes a mini-house; looking inside, there's no furniture, but there is a little sticky paper on the plastic floor, supposed to be a carpet, and you somehow see that rug too close, as if you were in there, lying on the floor, looking between the fibers at all the tiny dust chunks that have embedded themselves there, giant boulders now, and you're falling, or is that shrinking, forever.     So that I would understand, the bees showed me a little movie called "The Garden of Eden Cave", starring me, Jacob Maker, as Fat Boy, the world's first, and loneliest, plutonium bomb.