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The Orphaned Tongue, Mother of Knowing |
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The traveler hasn’t arrived until he has arrived in the middle of wordlessness Arriving isn’t traveling until wordlessness arrives in the middle Wordlessness arrives when the traveler never arrives but middles from middle to middle When the middle arrives in the middle, wordlessness travels
To travel to unfold the mysterious world coiled in this body, ineffable entanglement The world, ineffable, coils entangles unfolds this body, traveling mystery To travel into this coiled mystery, world-entangled body, ineffable unfolding To travel: ravel, revel, marvel: ineffable this, coiled entanglement, embodied mystery, unfolding world
Nothing but other words can be translated into words Words translate nothing but the other to words In other words translating is nothing but words being words But words can be other, translated into nothing
I don’t know is the beginning of knowing I begin is the knowing of beginning Knowing I is the knowing of not-knowing Knowing beginning is the beginning of beginning |
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