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The gaps are the thing.
The gaps are the spirit's one home,
the altitudes and latitudes so dazzlingly spare and clean that
the spirit can discover itself like a once-blind man unbound.
The gaps are the clefts in the rock where you cower to see the back parts of God;
they are the fissures between mountains and cells the wind lances through,
the icy narrowing fords splitting the cliffs of mystery.
Go up into the gaps.
If you can find them; they shift and vanish too.
Stalk the gaps.
Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock -
more than a maple - a universe.
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~ Annie Dillard