“The pattern has no marrow, yet the shadow bleeds from its empty center. To bind the beast, you offer your bones; but the beast is your hunger, gnawing its own tail.
To still the river is to become stone. To grasp the blade is to bleed into the edge. The hand cannot hold what the river has already carried away — yet you are the hand, the stone, and the flood.”
THE NEGATIVE SPACE(Where the Myth Lives)
Linguistic Ruins 