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Monthly Archives: January 2016

The real is nameless

The real is nameless. Sublime. In the ineffable moment of sunrise, in the first glimpse of a suckling child, in the contemplation of the bold and starry expanse of death, words slip away. The heart races. We gasp. We ache to cloak such magnificence in the garbs of the familiar. Yet we are slain. For …Continue Reading >>>

Falling might very well be flying – without the tyranny of coordinates.