The experience of eros as lack alerts a person to the boundaries of himself, of other people, of things in general. It is the edge separating my tongue from the taste for which it longs that teaches me what an edge is.
“O censer of the thought that golden gloweth, Be bright before her when the evening falleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”
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