We had no name for the reflected sunlight on the wall. After hearing a name, the innocence and unlimited possibility of the unnamed was claimed by an other, an unconscious act of our ancestors. What were the names before the names? We do not see a face in the cloud passing by until you name it and we listen. Before, the cloud was unclaimed, uncontained, all possibilities, even the possibilities in addition to all possibilities. Without names we are a unified, diverse mystery to be discovered every moment. Sometimes with great delight and delicious gaze we could each try communicating our individual interpretations in our own languages created in and of the moment…

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