This I know: We can only love where dread can and might irrupt.

This I hope: Where dread irrupts, we can love.


Beyond my everything-sized soul there is a braided ring of dread, love and nothingness,

Beyond that ring, perhaps there is nothing but more dread, love and nothingness.

Ah sahib, turtles — all the way down.


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