№ 06 — Rushit Shah, works

You call it understanding. Watch what it actually does. On the left nothing is settled. The line goes out, hesitates, divides, leaves the ground showing through. It is still finding out what is there. On the right it is finished. Filled. Certain. Nothing moves, because there is nothing left to find. The orange is not more than the red. The orange is the red after you stopped looking. Every conclusion you hold is a place you no longer visit. You call it knowledge. Count what it closed.
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