“when you proceed along the open space of a path, you encounter the turbulent rush of contingency.
Yea that door is already sort of there, floating endlessly;
Can touch it?
I think.
But...
Only after I take another step.
...a hand always on the handle...
Yea that door is already sort of there, floating endlessly;
Can touch it?
I think.
But...
Only after I take another step.
...a hand always on the handle...