"There are unspoken relationships between the senses and their allies. What governs is not the sovereign display of power but the path of command that carves itself out of the limits of its own perfect contour. I do it for the Earth and the benevolence of woundless surgery, because love is a miracle that leaves its traces in the terrain of my unseen depths. The senses conspire, this time against me, forming a new me charged with the responsibility of distorting all notions of continuity and apprehension. The great lens speaks of the rays she is forced to give up with a cold unrelenting silence that nevertheless communicates this, "I AM ALIVE, I AM ALIVE, OH GOD, I AM ALIVE!!"."
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