Inexpressible.
So why do I write? Can it be contained… I wonder,
as journeys pile upon each footprint, traces of places
provided for our learning…
I am building a doppelganger of myself –
I will donate it to the world.
Take this other me and fill it with all the false personalities.
You’ll never suckle the milk of the true spirit-foetus … not yet,
anyway…
for the time being I’m working in my laboratory
like a modern day Fulcanelli:
I am building a doppelganger of myself –
I will donate it to the world …
Eventually!
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