“When you have arrived at the thing itself, then all you can do is compare it to something else you don't understand. A rock. A crow. The only things that remain themselves are the ones you can never reach. The things that are too big or too far away or move too slowly to detect. Smooth. Feathered. Loved. Already lost. They will always be only what they really are, and you will never know what name to call out to them.

I am in the ocean. I am on the shore. I am trying to remember or to see.

The space between me and me is you. This is a mystery.”