April 23, 2014
I fill you. You fill me. Our emptiness is our fullness. We spill ourselves to fill ourselves. The cup is you. I am the cup. The cup is always filled and never filled. It fills by emptying. It empties by filling. We drink ourselves drunk on emptying ourselves till we're full. The fullness is our emptiness. Sense is insensibility. Reason for us is the fullness of us being empty enough to fill, full enough to empty. We are the vessel without shape or need for shape. Its shape is formed by us shaping it as we are for its shape.