The Other. (M)other. The so-called mysterious. The void, which is yonic. Yes, the emptiness has always been identified with us. The so-called empty vessel. The shadow on the side of the mountain. The abstraction, and the abyss. I stare into the abyss for long enough that I can almost make out an expression. A genuine, secular face. Maybe it's okay if we can only see one another in this space.