O. O was the link in the story. Without O, there
would be no cipher to dispel the rumors of being that had discharged themselves
into the datasacpe of meaning that had already presupposed O in all wonder.
But O was more than wonder. She was wander. By becoming wander, O was becoming
A. A was O and O was A but different. Both A & O. Different.
Difference. Or O was not A but Oh. And in becoming
Oh had made a conscious decision to avoid becoming Ah. But there were no
conscious decisions to be made and O knew this. This is why she had been
expelled from whatever gender happened to disguise itself on O's skin.
The skin of O, silent, without an h, or an r, or a g, or a q, or a v. But
O dreamed of being V. Because being V would be something outside of Being
and in this V that O dreamt of becoming, there was a future version of
woman that no language could describe.