... as we weave and unweave our bodies from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so does the artist weave and unweave his image . . . in the intense instant of imagination, that which I was is that which I am and that which in possibility I may come to be . . . so in the future, the sister of the past, I may see myself as I sit here now but by reflection from that which then I shall be.

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