here first. until we are there.

someone else’s words

“Descartes was wrong,” she says. “It’s not ‘I think, therefore I am.’ It’s ‘I am because you are.'”

which of course leads to inevitable fact that

Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
to gather us up

[…]

So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Beside ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zer circle, mute.
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty
We shall be a mighty kindness.

Try not to panic, ning.

(from Siri Hustvedt’s What I Loved and Rumi’s “Zero Circle”)

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