Sigurdur Gudmundsson
how do you meet the world?
I meet the world as it meets me. In that unbounded space I confirm it as it confirms me in mutually being part of the other. It meets as it is met (at an intersection, as in the diagram {world (meeting} me), but also always in passing—the diagram makes the relationship appear stable when it is not). “How” this happens is a mystery, but one worth the effort of an attempt at its unraveling.
