With me: one minus one = one; with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.
Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.
From one bell all the bells toll.
In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.
Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.
You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.
In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.
