of interior time is played
whether we hear it or not. What we
mean by “love” is its sound coming in.
When love hits the farthest edge of excess, it
reaches a wisdom. And the fragrance of that knowledge!
It penetrates our thick bodies, it goes through walls —
Its network of notes has a structure as if a
million suns were arranged inside.
This tune has truth in it. Where
else have you heard a
sound like this?