Between my shadowed view and the sunlit shapes you grasp, lies the border to our visions. We are only interpreting reflections that divide us, trading allusions of illusions, reporting faces versus cups. If we were in the moment as you wish, making no judgments, both of us could see the ink blots as the meaningless things they are. But, I do see a Dalmatian on a dappled lawn. I have edge-detectors. I know well the unfilled arc of nothingness that you say really isnít there. Of your view, I see only half-shaped hints distorting the curtain that shrouds my borderland.
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