Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
Lick your neighbor as yourself!
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven asporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits.
Was I asleep? Had I slept?
Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.