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The centre is not one; the centre is not many. The centre cannot hold,[1] it never could: the centre is not. – There isn’t even a void at the centre, for there is no place in which a void could be central.
The stranger god never stays and no one gets to know her: she’s always a guest.
—— Once upon a time, a woman saw both sides of the stranger’s hat: ‘So! Your hat’s both red and black!’
The god’s head bows: ‘Alas, you’ve seen my trick,’ she says mournfully, turns and walks away.
A man nearby, on the other side of the path, says: ‘Hey, did you see that stranger’s hat? It was two colours!’
‘Incredible, isn’t it?’
‘Yes! Green and white!’
[1] Yeats, “The Second Coming,” p. 40, line 3.