When I begin to speak, it reaches back to the source of sources. The before of my speaking. The mystery that moves my fingers. And we change, you and I, together, as I write and you read. But it is a strange and beautiful form of together.

When I begin to speak, and you to listen… your silences are involved in the origins of my movements, my desires, my gestures. My words inform the shape of your silences. We are together as we are distant. By being parted, these words become reunion in a dimension that is, at best, difficult to indicate.

From the beginning of time I was writing these words. We were moving each other before we existed. But when we begin to communicate, we invoke impossible opportunities which we have never recognized. We change the structure of each other’s minds. And all they shall have been, be, or become. Forever. When you begin to listen…