SumI am molten fire, burning away slogans, idols, the ink of certainty. I dwell in cracked sidewalks and wilted weeds, for brokenness cradles my name. I am not found in any book, but I am found in every book. I am in everyone and belong to no one. I am the riddle that unravels itself into a deeper mystery. I am the face beneath all masks. I am all in all. I am the space between stars, where light forgets its name. I am the crushed cup's dry song aside the highway. I am the sum of nothing: the hollow flute, the seed rotting into a tree, the breath that binds prayer to silence. I am the living, the dead, the fire which feeds on its own glow: all things wear my shadow until they become my light.