How so very odd the suspension of temporality that alterity provides. Friday I was convinced of my destination; a time replete with fanciful writing and scholarship. Thinking of someone else, of who it is that causes the step back from the tradition, from my tradition of ipseity, I am in this moment depleted, empty of myself and at the same I have the feeling of supreme fullness. Without speaking in terms of ‘absolute,’ ‘really,’ or ‘strictly,’ I must simply say that the surprise is a wondrous gift indeed.