deepens of Move 1 — We never arrive at the blue. It is made of distance itself.
The blue of distance is the color of where you are not. Walk to it, and it turns to green grass and grey stone; the blue has moved on to the next ridge.
The Blue of Distance
Why is the far-off world blue: the mountain, the sea, the horizon we never reach? A short walk into light and longing.
illustrates of Move 6 — The king runs for the far square and the gap will not close, a chase defined by never ending.
names of Move 6 — The margin that fades forever as we move.
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses
concludes of Move 8
So we keep the blue by keeping our distance, and the picture, the bent note, and the poem are all ways of loving what we agree not to seize.
The dialogue is concluded
Blue is the world keeping a little of itself just out of reach, so that we keep looking.