Bent on boundaries, made for reconciliation.
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Poetry
Dividing one makes two, and so on. But dividing zero? “Nothing can come of nothing,” Lear laments—and yet, as you know, God’s signature’s here. Where zero was, is one, then two: two lights, moon and sun; then man and woman; two brothers, two kingdoms— then one, one stump, one shoot, a branch bowed down with […]