Slide past Jacob's wiggling eye to see into the empty center of the beetv, covered with images of the wall-eye. Jacob stands like a mote of dust on the pupil, or lip of the entrance. We travel down to the darkness at center of each eye, where little suited Jacob stands at the edge of the void. Traveling across the spinning connected facets here at the anti-center of the bee tv, we see Jacob standing rightside up and upsidedown, and all other variations of those basic directions.     The X-shape led, and my old self followed, flying through the darkness on the bee television, that miraculous shape given me by the bees, and now being taken back by them.