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The author of these words does not exist right after they are written. Why look for him?

Returning to the same bend in the river, not noticing the same water is gone.

Why did you come here? Why are you reading this? Do you sense that you and the writer are one? That the universe is experiencing the writing and the reading from both sides?

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