Workshop

The founder — or whatever name you like — has so cast “me” in the mold of “you” that removing you without removing me is no longer possible: — like body and soul, or soil and plant, or whatever metaphor you like — and beneath the layers — after all the surface distances — in the depths I am woven into your being and I see you with all your atoms in all my atoms. Come near and look into the whole mirror of my being, into the pupils of my eyes, so you see that I am something besides me, other than me, in the depths...