A cruising car and a cawing crow splash their being equally across the void. There is no avoiding it: without you there would be something. You are stretched across the void like a magician’s curtain. Behind you, behind this thinness, is the Truth.
A cruising car and a cawing crow splash their being equally across the void. There is no avoiding it: without you there would be something. You are stretched across the void like a magician’s curtain. Behind you, behind this thinness, is the Truth.