The closest I’ll come to it is through an image:
Unroll it and it fills the universe;
roll it back up and it fits through a needle’s eye.
Call it what you will: being, existence, discourse,
the divine – it’s up to you, dear reader,
to fasten your colors against the solid ground,
summon particulars out of your fledgling self,
proclaim yourself ascetic or aesthete,
reverent, skeptical, or merely indifferent,
decide for heterogeneity, or else
for the all-encompassing principle
in which the heterogeneous is consumed,
think whether the body be an urn or a shrine,
whether goodness can be taught or whether
the only virtue is the one you get at birth.
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