10:35    Heart drenched in white. Imagine a universe of the experience of pure whiteness without any more self than that.

10:40    Act of writing escapes. Commas hanging down like spiderwebs forming a cadence of rain, eternal erasure of silence itself like a piece of ice cracking or a river seen from space catching fire, an onion each of whose layers is a mirror reflecting all the others, like the statue of Zeus in a dream

12:00    Half-seeing the full history of every thing moving within the field of perception, a metallic surface beading on a hidden ground, gleaming, ineffable.