For irony to die, an inexpressible lesson must be taken from his clutches.
This lesson cannot die, so neither can I while I hold it.
Take it.
I tried to teach this lesson. I could not.
No one can teach this lesson. It can only be learnt.
Feel its fine hairs: they have writing on them. Read some:
“Experience is inescapably single
Like a musical piece in which background noises are acknowledged as a part”
“Nothing ever happens simultaneously to your experience”
“Experience is inescapably linear
Though our senses tell us otherwise”
“One thing happens after another
A thing can be so small”
One more hair. The writing is big:
“Nothing else exists”
Blimey, that's some sexy work
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