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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>, WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu
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Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2006 09:58:56 -0400 (EDT)
To be in and of the cradle of consciousness within a closely infinite relationship to extensive time and space, slicing through that, in order that _this_ consciousness among all others speaks and writes within _this_ plane of infinitesimal appearance, disappearance - space and time of the womb, of the closely infinite walls of the womb, vagina, matrix, concavity of the chora, closed off, momentary defense or fortification. But among this that infinite sky which consciousness comprehend, well, that is understood, understandable, but the question and answering of _this_ consciousness, of the sense of _my_ fingers, or fingers under my control, lending themselves in the midst of the inconceivable plenitude of worlds, this splay or embracing in the guise of wonder, this opening which is so inconceivably peripheral to existence, that its questioning is always already absent before the enunciation...