(w)holier-than-thou

holes in ourselves. holes in each other. love is not a state but a motion (an e-motion), an intensity, a warmth and a 'warm feeling inside'. society is riddled with holes, multiplicities of holes. holes make up societies. and no more (nothing less) is the love-act than a holefilling, a voidlessening, a penetrating and filling of empty wombs and empty stomachs. empty lives. and equally, there is a motion or attempt to negate or prevent the love-act: the making of holes to retract the making of love, tearing holes in each other to watch our wounds gape and gasp for the first of two impossibles -- the reversible, reversibility itself. yet love, the love-act, only exists by way of a positive impossibility, an impossible of space rather than time: self-completion, a gestalt of the One over the many, a wholeness and a holelessness.