We are thus already trapped within TILE, within the macro-letter “T” to be specific. But we have a way out, just like Dorothy has a way out of the jail-like corn crib. She must enter Oz, and we must follow her.
We prepare through the last letter or tile of “T”, which is “l”. The macro-letters feed upon themselves, which is good. Good eat’n. Otherwise, each would represent a private jail — split off universes, not communicating with each other, not interacting.
“And that’s a fact, (Jack).”
Tull is the escape. The heartbeats begin again. Music kicks in, culminates, then exits to leave the heartbeats, which die down as the sarcophagus closes. We are dead. We are Dorothy dead in the Deadly Desert. But it only surrounds us (“Death all around”, as Queen will subsequently preach in The Prophet’s Song).
We are alive! All we have to do is follow the stepping stones to Oz, careful not to fall off (or else: death). Thank you Tull!
Sunklands 