I am now going to tell you how I entered the inexpressive that was always my blind and secret search. How I entered whatever exists between the number one and the number two, how I saw the line of mystery and fire, and which is surreptitios line. A note exists between two notes of music, between two facts exist a fact, between two grains of sand no matter how close together ther exists an interval of space, a sense that exists between senses – in the interstices of primordial matter is the line of mystery and fire that is the breathing od the world, and the continual breathing of the world is what we hear and call silence.
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