Logically and intuitively, it can only be One. From where little big man sits, it has distance and depth. From the One: laughter and love.
It is sudden, but it has been there all along,
Like the sudden depth and distance seen
By little big man in the moment
When the gallows door has sprung.
Blessed is he who happily falls;
For him life holds no noose.
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