Another oscillating of conundrum shape, n-dimensional mapping of unknown and invisible things or places or people or words or acts... as if the camera atop a rocket heading for mooncrash, snapping pictures according to purpose during the last moments of its downward arc, suddenly became contemplative, transparent to itself, and extended the last minutes of its mission by taking odd shots of the soon-doomed electrical processes at work within it.     The first place you stop after you've died is the pulsating place, which is designed to be familiar to people who used to have bodies.