Hereafter

He was not wise the omniscient. Never were they wise, the universals, with their bloody sense of ownership the “universal” world the water will carry away and part by part us, sleep will carry, in this pure form taking refuge tight in each other’s arms, clinging to each other like the two valves of a shell and naked in this pure shape arms around each other’s necks, on the water on the waters no longer drowning; and our embrace will be a bed — another land — it will be an island without the attack of the “omniscient”: a station for all the seabirds...