The red world And corresponding red breezes Went on Geryon did not - Anne Carson

A thinking mind is not swallowed up by what it comes to know. It reaches out to grasp something related to itself and to its present knowledge (and so knowable in some degree) but also separate from itself and from its present knowledge (not identical with these). In any act of thinking, the mind must reach across this space between known and unknown, linking one to the other but also keeping visible to difference. It is an erotic space.

You could take the entirety of the common sense of humans and put it in the palm of your hand and still have room for your dick.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.