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swallowed in the belly of the word, speaking
simultaneously. Inside and outside intertwine, are an
intersection beyond the imaginable. Where does the
mutilation of thought come from, so that I believe a word
literally but miss a simple description of someone who,
mouth closed, says
Noah, you are a fish. I’m a fish?
They all fulfill their assignments, only I apologize. Some
opportunity is thus closed, some other horizon emerges,
and with it, other seas. I sit stiffly, almost paralyzed, and
listen to the presentations. I close my eyes and see the
shadow of the woman in the night window again. She is
illuminated only by a candle, which will burn out at any
moment. The window opens and before me is a wave,
which rises from the depths of the earth and overcomes me,
returning what was made from sand back to sand.