No bottom
Is there any single core of our being? Why do we assume there is? Maybe there is no bottom to get to. Maybe we each are more far flung, more a community of voices, cacophonous. Maybe we spread out to the edges of the unknown universe. Maybe we are coterminous with the all there is, only a little thin at the edges. I can never know you. I can never know me. Always I am surprised. When I bother to look. I want it to be When.
:- Doug.
