In communitas we meet the incomprehensible lovable.
:- Doug.
Conversation is our vanish point.
What can we find in conversation? Ourselves Our between!
This threshold I traverse—from me to you and back—between, O!
In conversation—gallery that it is—is it inside or outdoors?
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