Missing

If you turn your head from a thing, does it
cease to exist?

A thing like love, for instance: does
it end when you stop seeing
talking touching?

Writing.

To be is to be perceived.

A Bald Man is only a Bald Man in
so much as I look at him.

He is only alive in so much as he is loved.



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