Weak Thoughts, Weak Desires: He Felt Their

But My Silence Is Real. If I Hid It From You, You Would Find It Again A Little Farther On.

Weak Thoughts, Weak Desires: He Felt Their Force.

I Lean Over You, Your Equal, Offering You A Mirror For Your Perfect Nothingness, For Your Shadows Which Are Neither Light Nor Absence Of Light, For This Void Which Contemplates. To All That Which You Are, And, For Our Language, Are Not, I Add A Consciousness. I Make You Experience Your Supreme Identity As A Relationship, I Name You And Define You. You Become A Delicious Passivity.

What If What Has Been Said One Time Not Only Does Not Cease To Be Said But Always Recommences, And Not Only Recommences But Also Imposes Upon Us The Idea That Nothing Has Ever Truly Begun, Having From The Beginning Begun By Beginning Again.

If Nothing Were Substituted For Everything, It Would Still Be Too Much And Too Little.