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Every language is a foreign language, an invasion from outside of space.
That it may come to rest and be an apple, a miracle the way hands work tugging yarn snug on the loom and cutting free. We have come to the inside-out of myth as if one morning suddenly but normally enough, without a word the river stopped. Last works and lost words a kind of triangulation or a weather in the heart of number. If you show us your thinking there is nothing to attend to without a story the mind can do nothing with thinking. Examine, traveler, and sit still.