A radical subjectivity, radical attunement to individuality, opens itself to a vast objectivity. So the story is the story of the cosmos, now. The moment is not just a passing, empty, nothing… yes, it’s empty–but with such fullness: that the great moment, the great life of the universe, is pulsating in it. And each one, each object, each place, each act… leaves a mark. And that story is singular. But, in fact, it’s story after story.