from out of the void , the chaos ; wearing a compass strung around his neck , always frantz knows this connection with an amused snicker : a renegade pleasure played out between lips and cheek , but knows it more in his consciousness as the weight of these kin creations : playing them up and down , lightly tossing them from right to left , left to right , extending his arm and positioning a sextant at an arms full lengthit is in such moments that he knows : knows that he has always known how .