By the lake, Liora paused. Its surface rippled as though alive, catching light and shadow in endless play. She leaned closer, expecting her reflection, but found none. The lake responded only to her movements, shifting forms with her gestures. No image stood still; no self was captured.
Here, the lake’s surface was meaning itself: an event enacted in relation to her presence, never stored, never possessed. Liora traced her fingers over the water, and the ripples traced back, revealing nothing about her and everything about the unfolding interaction.
She realised that understanding did not require a fixed image. Intelligibility occurred only in enactment — every gesture, every ripple, a distinction actualised in the interplay between being and environment.
The lake had no “aboutness,” and yet it spoke volumes, silently guiding Liora through the event of seeing without standing for anything.
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