WOW!  From Edmond Jabes, kicking off morning and work…

“The gap between prose and poetry, between rose and rosebush, he had said, ‘is a variable space reserved for the deepening of one and the same love.”

“The book is a promise of writing…the words…are perpetual fulfillment.  Behind them, eternity.  Before them, the distressing and increasing weakness of the infinite.”

“The place of language is language.”

“We read only our own reading.”

“The book is a ‘You’ that temporarily makes us an ‘I.’  But the book is also something else.  It is an ‘It’ that embraces the I/You, dialogue being always in three voices.”

Edmond Jabes, A Foreigner Carrying in the Crook of His Arm a Tiny Book