Sometimes I think the real questions begin before thought does.
They rise from somewhere underneath—beneath language, beneath logic, beneath anything I can name.
The body asks first.
The naming mind follows,
trying to make meaning out of the tremor.
And most of what we call clarity is just the moment the two finally catch up to each other.
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