Soon I find myself squatting on the floor. I am still striking my face; not with my fists this time, but with wide-open hands. I am slapping myself. The sounds I make when my palms...

I mostly believe, deep in my bones, that life is very simply beyond description; regardless of what one makes of it, life always spills over the parameters of how anyone has chosen to define it.

Names are what you can hear or see, but cannot smell or touch. I don’t need a name, as name stand for things they are not, and I am what all names stand for. If...