Sunday, November 12, 2006

From the future

I: But origin always comes to meet us from the future.
Last night I dreamed of the aperion and of the boundlessness of all origins. You were there. And you and you. As I write, out of the corner of my eye I see a cat. It is there. And I am here. It is aware of me, sensing a pause in my typing fingers, it jumps up to meow and rub against my leg on its way to the food bowl. We stand in relation to one another. There is no Heideggerean chasm between us. It speaks its mystery to me: the meow——a greeting in passing, a dismissal, an appeal. I tug its tail and delay its passing. I call its name, and it turns to face my face. We see each other seeing each other. And you are there. And you and you.

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