The sensation of waiting is an open wound. The scriptures use such verbiage as, “They that wait on the Lord shall…” It gives this guarantee that if you stand-by, something is bound to happen. This is why I use a wound as an intended imagery of waiting because something is happening—whether noticed or not. The wound is either healing or becoming infected. Waiting produces a kind of knowledge that one cannot and does not get through conventional forms of learning. This epistemological relaxation—the wait— places one in the ever-present reality of dealing with self.