"I see it feelingly" - Gloucester, King Lear, IV, vi, 147.

Unfortunately, humans lack the sophisticated neural hardware present in bats and whales. The blind must rely on the feeble light of fingertips and painful shape of a cracked shin. Echolocation comes down to the crude assessment of simple sound modulations, whether in the dull reply of a tapping cane or the low, eerie flutter in one simple word - perhaps your word - flung down empty hallways (.... always) long past midnight...

Myth makes Echo the subject of longing and desire. Physics makes Echo the subject of distance and design. Where emotion and reason are concerned, both claims are accurate.

clamore... amore.... more... ore... re

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love.

There is only silence.

Chi dara fine al gran dolore?
L'dore.