J: And while I was translating, I often felt as though I were wandering back and forth between two different language realities, such that at moments a radiance shone on me which let me sense that the wellspring of reality from which those two fundamentally different languages arise was the same.And while I was translating myself across borders of not only geography--the barren logos of gaia--but the disrupture of chronology as well, I dispersed my packages and gifts. All that I had gathered unto myself was sent outward to the others. And their gathering usurped my dispersal, claiming my presencing as disrupture itself. She and I and he were one and the same ... always already arriving in departure. Arriving home before we even left.
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Friday, November 10, 2006
The Wellspring of Reality
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