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August 31, 2006

And the hunger of loving is so acute that it becomes larger and more real than hunger. It turns itself inside out, and — flayed and tender side outermost — it whispers: I am not hunger. I am something deeper. I am what reality is made of.

by Dale Favier of mole

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  1. MB
    September 1, 2006 at 3:03 pm


  2. September 4, 2006 at 3:41 pm

    This is not a fragment. This is something very whole and wide and true. Beautiful words, Dale.

  3. September 5, 2006 at 11:04 am

    I have reread this many times now. I read it as a fragment of flamenco cante jondo(deep song). I read it as vedic verse….I am that….thou art that…all of this is nothing but that….Dale a remarkable piece!

  4. September 5, 2006 at 4:07 pm

    I, too, have come back to read it several times, letting the power of so few well-chosen words wash over me and leave me speechless to respond in any aother way but awe. And feeling raw.

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