Fable - Truth

Words begin the words that you see here
of which lines organize the words,
but these lines, one after another,
do nothing, but pile up one after another
in a tolerated way.
it is both I, the writer and the reader simultaneously,
that judges my own difficulties.
and tolerated them.

(after 2 minutes of misfortune, the mirror is held up.)

against Francis Ponge.
(text reproduced below)

With the word with begins then this text
Of which the first line states the truth.
But this tain under the one and the other
Can it be tolerated?
Dear reader already you judge
There as to our difficulties

(After seven years of misfortune
She broke her mirror)

--

There is no Other.
Perhaps,
we fail to ackowledge how widespread and deep narcissism is.
The mirror can never be broken. The silver lining is hidden from us, within us, there, always there, you can break it, but you can never undo it. Unless you die.
Memory is the glass.
Each broken piece cuts. Narcissistic wounds, infinitely widen at each recalling of the Other.
There is no tangible other. It is all an imagination. The Other appears, vis-a-vis
as Words.
of which, a question mark, a mark, hides in between words. Those are the Others. Before the mark begins I.