Nothing

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Nothing


I … simply repeated to myself
“Nothing can be reduced to anything else,
nothing can be deduced from anything else,
everything may be allied to everything else.”
This was like an exorcism
that defeated demons one by one.

It was a wintry sky, and a very blue.
I no longer needed to prop it up
with a cosmology, put it in a picture,
render it in writing, measure it
in a meteorological article,
or place it on a Titan to prevent it
falling on my head.

It and me, them and us, we
mutually defined ourselves.
And for the first time in my life,
I saw things unreduced and set free.

Bruno Latour

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