The conversation during dinner made clear they were thinking about, questioning the Same – be it the ever Very Different. As if they faced the same formula yet to be written. The formula for Change and the way this life or meaning unfolds itself, unfolds the folds of itself.

The beginning was an ending. a dot. a capital letter. in a glimpse. You read. Read me. in a beat without a heart. words without weight don’t last for long. You, wait. waiting doesn’t pay. everything moves past. slow. or late. we are bigger than ourselves.

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