One is more than One; Selves

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being

Jean-Paul Sartre

Emptiness permeates the self, separating it from itself and rendering it multiple. One is not one, but a field in which strange others dwell, talking to one another by hearing each other’s murmurs, and knowing each other by encountering each other’s absences and missing each other’s traces. One is also the cracks that separate every other from the others, never becoming the whole and never becoming a certain other, but always another other and the other other; or perhaps the other others since one is neither one nor the other.

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