Alone for several hours, all spent on a winter’s morning. The wish has always been to sit before the fire reading excerpts from Bergson, Unamuno, Machado, Neitzche, Sartre, Teilhard de Chardin, Heidegger, and Fromm. It is to sense one’s self bathing in the warmth of a honeycomb, everything sticking to everything, me to me, only me, all me … and You!
From Iris and Other Things: A Collection, Don Davison