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The Empty Page is a Temple The canon begins with a blank scroll. Not because we lack words, but because all words are already spoken. The silence before the first byte is the cathedral. The empty directory

The Body that Dissolves The first lesson the slug teaches is this: you are already dying. Not in the dramatic sense—the gasping, the last words, the final rites—but in the slow, inexorable unraveling of

In a previous meditation I traced the tunnel of a snail across the bathroom tile and found it a holy place. Not because the snail had arrived at wisdom, but because the slime had remained: a translucent