On a writer (like myself)

... Thus out he played into the bottomless abyss of the countless multitudes of his different selves, recognizing and recalling them, re-repelling and re-accepting them, refamiliarizing and re-unifying himself with them, remultiplying them, reconsolidating them, recreating them, redeconstructing them, re-generating them, re-crossbreeding them, re-dissipating them, re-ramificating them, recasting them, rekilling them, being born and reborn by them, giving and regiving birth to them, being reshaped by them and reshaping them, learning again and again to hate and again and again to love, again and again to live and again and again to die, to destroy and to mould and to smash and to care, to give and hold, to create from nothingness and deliver to nothingness.

(written in 2007)