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 I can lift the cup, but it will not fill itself.  I can empty it and go on lifting it as though it is full and it will not satisfy my thirst.  I can drink until I’m empty and I cannot be satisfied.  I can lift myself up over and over and the cup is still half-there, half-imagined.  I can imagine a thirst that fills itself, a fullness that is empty.  I can empty my cup and still be satisfied.  I am halfway there and I can keep at this until I am this.  I can thirst for the other half of what I have already imagined until I am full.

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