only this and nothing more

It is always in a different current that thought comes.

The water’s gaze – the reflection – draws you to the bottom, but also drowns you.

Of thousands, six or seven stars comprise a constellation.

Criticism, like mathematics, takes something and raises it to the power of two, multiplies it by itself until it is no longer itself. Thus, a double focus, an intensifying of meaning.

Meaning is that which keeps coming. As all water flows in only one direction–down–meaning never leads you to that from which it came, the source, the only place you really need to go.

The world reflects your own image everywhere. The subject constitutes its own reality–this, the inexplicable and endless cycle of narcissism.

Sparrows light on the painted grapes. No thing in its right place.

Not-I incorporates the I. The self depends on an act of othering, is always-already violent.