The music of you and me
tumblr.com/tagged/jacques%20derrida " I have promised. A lapse of time: it was only an interval, almost nothing, the infinite diminution of a music interval, and what a note, what news, what music. The verdict. As if suddenly evil never, nothing evil ever, happened again. As though evil would only happen again with death - or only later, too late, so much later. " - Jacques Derrida, "A Silkworm of one's own," 1995 Upon reading this a sound resonated throughout the terrain where there is as much through as out, wherefore years upon years of running and living through dying and living out of living became as still as the evil that was you. I have promised. And there is no and: all was done with that have, with that past in the promise, and the fruition of which this is a part. "To you, because I have promised." The period is more eloquent, but its eloquence feeds upon the words that precede it, without which it would not be, without whi