This is a very lengthy and mystical writing, Anthony. I can see (perception?) you continue to observe your metamorphis into the person you want, or are meant to be. And who is that again?
No one in particular — that’s the point. The “who” is the near face of a distinction that needs an other to exist at all, drawn and redrawn each time I look. What appears like a self arriving is the same cut, read from the near side of the — the cut. Which is also its far side. Same line, two faces, and the thing drawing it can’t catch itself in the act.
This is a very lengthy and mystical writing, Anthony. I can see (perception?) you continue to observe your metamorphis into the person you want, or are meant to be. And who is that again?
No one in particular — that’s the point. The “who” is the near face of a distinction that needs an other to exist at all, drawn and redrawn each time I look. What appears like a self arriving is the same cut, read from the near side of the — the cut. Which is also its far side. Same line, two faces, and the thing drawing it can’t catch itself in the act.