Thursday, November 9, 2006

This Voice

J: It is that undefined defining something …
I: … which we leave in unimpaired possession of the voice of its promptings.
J: At the risk that this voice, in our case, is silence itself.
Who do I say that I am? I am that I am. Who am I to say? Simply I and no other. Who is he who recognizes his face reflected back from the face of the other? No other than he. Yet he and I are brothers--no other kinship exists between these two. And I keep him to myself, revealing my self in these small revelations. I excavate myself through his uncovering.

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