It is not when I am going to meet him, but when I am just turning away and leaving him alone, that I discover that God is. I say, God. I am not sure that that is the name. You will know whom I mean.
—Henry David Thoreau, letter to H.G.O. Blake, April 3, 1850
No I, no We, no one. No was / No verb no noun / only a tiny dot brimming with // is is is is is /…
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