Man's first expression, like his first dream, was an aesthetic one. Speech was a poetic outcry rather than a demand for communication. Original man, shouting his consonants, did so in yells of awe and...
Both precious and absurd, this tightrope of existence we walk in both directions; strung only on a rhythm of heartbeats across a void
When you fill a void, isn't the void still there?
The void can only be filled with love.
...your tranquil yes to the changing over into the formless void of the unlimited.
There are 200,000 species of fly alone. So the void, the emptiness, must be in you.