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Then who is this “I” whom dwells in this mould?
Existing and roaming in this discordant sphere, brings the “I” before a “self”, which sometimes as a sui generis, and sometimes as a meta-being, in the midst of words and layers, searches for her existence…
Existing; seeing; hearing; and understanding, are all but mirrors to see the living corpus that has ears and eyes. This “I” is prowling after a whole, which unites the “I”s… “You” is “I”… in this very moment, and in nothingness.
I constantly desire to be, and to want, and to be adrift in the outer and inner spaces.
The Colors dance together: the golden strains swirl along the blacks and whites, and “I”, out of nothingness, and free from time and space, looks at the prancing colors. The explorer and the wanderer “I”, amidst this bulb, looks at the outer space.
May it all be but a ghost; may we all are but shadows, which we cast and we play…