I don't know what I'm writing about: I am obscure to myself. I only had initially a lunar and lucid vision, and so I plucked for myself the instant before it died and perpetually dies. This is not a message of ideas that Lam transmitting to you but an instinctive ecstasy of whatever is hidden in nature and that I foretell. And this is a feast of words.
— Feb 12, 2024 10:57AM
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