Y Road to the unknown.
The known invokes some feelings and the unknown some other.
From the distance a form seems familiar, when one is mistaken? What difference does it make? Is it in the invoked feelings.
And so what is known? A place, a face of another. All that can be felt with the senses.
Beyond and between the senses are a few unknown moments. They come from silence.
Face the known and the unknown.
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