consumed me.
I became convinced I should not find the image
of the person that I
was: Seconds passed. What rose to the surface in me
plunged out of sight again. And yet i felt
the moment of my first investiture
was the moment I began to represent myself -
the moment I began to live - by degrees - second by
second - unrelentingly - Oh mind what you're doing! -
do you want to be covered or do you want to be seen? -
And the garment - how it becomes you! - starry
with the eyes of
others,
weeping -
Jorie Graham
"Notes on the Reality of the Self", in Materialism
