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.
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The Lord was trying out some material.
I AM WHO I AM, He said.
It didn’t sound right.
THAT’S WHO I AM. I AM.
It sounded ridiculous.
He didn’t favor definitions.
He’d always had the most frightful difficulties with them.
Joy Williams | “Essential Enough”
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