Tag: ecstatic truth
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Presume not that I am the thing I was.
There are fleeting moments when, far from becoming more clear, they shimmer with meaning not shape, appreciation not fact; they cease to be describable in numbers, or equations; the very fact of their existence is a revelation, a mystery: a glimpse just outside a border; an unrepeatable event, new each time it occurs… ‘It is …
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