“… and some of these words still arrive from the swarm of the initial word, never as they were, as they are. Each, without wane of its begin, is at the same time the rest, and none is exactly the other -they are not separated by otherness-, and each is all of them, the whole word. And they cannot be declined (…) circumstances are wiped out in the slightest, faintest presence of plenitude.”
From “Clearings in the Wood”, by María Zambrano