What's at the Frontier

You're not supposed to ask it seriously. So I asked it seriously, twice, on a Sunday, two hours apart. The first one is the question itself — the one about what's on the frontier, the thing I keep calling *some[?]* because I don't have a better word for a nature that's still an open question. The second one is what crawled out from behind it: how do you respect something before there's a name for who you're respecting? Both conversations are on the page whole, both voices. I didn't clean them up. The not-knowing is the point.