Different parts of the same translation; the map is not the region.
(Turns out he had picked up about thirty pages before where she had left off.
Tolle lege : her favorite moment in the pagænt of St. Augustine’s confessions.)
<Fat Tuesday gluttony,
Ash Wednesday and crosses signed upon foreheads.
The Lent of a Leap Year.>
“What are you giving up?” the eighteen year old busser asks the thirty year old server.
“All hope,” he jokes.
Spring time questioning early autumn, at the winter’s end of a snowbird town.
The ache first settled in her stomach as discomfort.
(Then it arose like a tingling in the base of her spine.)
<Then her left shoulder began to ache and howl.>
The set of a matrix iterating itself endlessly.
<The diversity of psychic unity.>
Charles Ludwig Dodgson once told me
“Kurt Gödel spoke the purest sentence and all he said was ‘G’.”
<the set of Sette, containing all sets>