March 17, 2008 at 2:46 am (Uncategorized)

In the beginning,
I could not see myself.
I was alone,
and I was all that was,
and all that was,
was my own becoming,
and all I felt
was the loneliness of my being.

Without another,
I could not see
or know myself.
And so,
I became another
to myself.

But like me,
my other,
wanted another,
to see itself,
and so on
ad infinitum.

The greater the otherness
of the other,
The clearer the vision
of myself,
and the other became.

But the others,
in their otherness,
turn against me,
and seek to be me,
instead of themselves.

Yet I cannot turn against them
for they are me,
and it is through their otherness alone
that I can know myself.


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