Making Room
On the withdrawal of the Infinite and the space that love leaves behind When you set a compass on a sheet of paper, the sharp point goes in first. The circle comes later. Yet the whole measure of the circle, all of its order, comes...
On the withdrawal of the Infinite and the space that love leaves behind When you set a compass on a sheet of paper, the sharp point goes in first. The circle comes later. Yet the whole measure of the circle, all of its order, comes...