I don't know... I just am - this is all that I remember with any organ the object of which's senses is describable by words. I am the other side which has seen nothing - it peers into this body's awareness as into a lens; my entire life's account in one moment of light transmitted through that greater dimension.
What is great?
What is small?
There's only some, and there's only all.
And then that one who's both
and nothing.
It is so, with a wistful sidelong gaze,
that that me and I part ways.
What holds the future, now,
now that time has shown me space?
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