the core self.

My grandfather Seddiq, my grandmother Anisa (middle), university students in Alexandria, Egypt 1940s

You are yourself and I am myself and we exist in a pattern before a pattern, on an ancient scroll, in a day that has neither sun nor moon. You are the word, I am ink. We have not found each other, though we have soaked through the same thread and have bled from beginning to end. You are nothing and I am nothing, and our nothingness is infinite. But to exist in nothingness, in its deeps, is to be as lonesome as the word and as deprived as the ink, soaking the never-ending thread of life which has existed since the day that has neither sun nor moon. -me.