We have forgotten that some things are so imperative and exquisite that they cannot be said by a self. The self must be forgone for a superposition where it becomes the voice of the silenced, the nameless, the dominated, and the dead. Where I cannot tread, my spirit can speak. I am most myself when I have disappeared.

Aug 23, 2012

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