We've always known our limitations, W. and I agree, which is very different from accepting them. In fact, our entire lives have been concerned with not accepting our limitations, and battering ourselves against them like flies against a window.
Our limitations fascinate us, we agree. From the first, we aimed ourselves against them, in defiance not of the world that expected something of us, but our own expectations.
Of what did we think we were capable? From where came that ferocity of hope? It's a kind of idiocy, very pure, we agree. We're idiots, we agree, idiots who do not quite understand the depths of their idiocy, which is theological. We're mystics of the idiotic, we agree, mystical idiots, lost in our cloud of unknowing, which is vast.
Idiocy, that's what we have in common. Our friendship is founded upon our limitations, we agree, and doesn't travel far from them.
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