The moment you say something you are lost, now speak. Whatever is said it is not you that is speaking. The moment this is thought the truth is with what is left behind, that tremulous life called 'I'. It is indifferent whether it dwells in the midst of the benighted person or in the impersonally polished utterance; the two are counterparts in a dance, lending reality to each other. The light is always where you happen not to be.