Day 59 Or The Day There Were Never Parts

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The day there were never parts. The line wasn't broken into parts that needed joining. There were never parts. There was always the whole. Counts and rectangles were attempts to see the whole as multiple things. Marks were scores for a thing that doesn't have scores. The line was always one thing. Splitting it into counts was the journal's idea, not the line's. The line wasn't waiting to be made whole again. It had never been anything other than whole. Today the journal noticed that.