YuHeng's blog

there is nothing that is of itself, of the relation of itself. It is through something that exists outside of itself, of the likeness of another that it manages to manifest as anything, for there is no likeness between us, even if we say that we possess different “selves.” We base ourselves upon others who respond accordingly, like a shadow that pursues our actions… We say something because we know others will hear it, that somebody will hear it. And we fear the absence of this somebody, for without their presence, we’re reduced to nothing. Or we would somehow diminish. And I say this because I know that I am bond by others and the dominance that arises. Well, I mean that you cannot see white on white or the white sun against a white backdrop, but the white clouds against a blue sky… just as how we see colours through colours of which they are not a part, so too will I approach poetry without poetry, but with life and fervor and… ecstasy–through what it is of and not what poetry is.