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About certain recurring trappings: It seems I am some repeater. It seems that I might be meted in that way for some people. It seems, that is, that I am an aspect of whatever is deemed specific to some relationship hitherto unencountered and undescribed. They need me. That much is clear to me. They get it - it? - they get it whilst we are all kneeling on the floor. Back of the neck. It happens. Then it ceases to happen. Certainty cannot precisely withstand such happenings, because mentation itself humiliates every moment of every hour of every day. Because of that, I may never tire of you, you may never tire of me. We will continue - to and fro, up and down, spinning... I won’t resurface because of you. So, please don't ask me to.

Ellen