I face the night with unbounded happiness. How to convey this joy, this blending of vision and madness that satisfies all questing! I begin by not beginning, I end by not ending, the wing of the sky blocks the starlight and the shadow on the night field is a dark blur on a darker surface. And here I stand on some edge, with bats and owls swooping clear of a flapping wind, and fire-eyed panthers part high grasses with their passing. And my happiness embraces them all—my happiness, a thing predicated on the pulsing shifts of an “ever-now”. And I…And I…And I…am no longer me, but some other “I”. Here we are, and there you all are, on an edge of night, joyful beyond any dawn…


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