Even half asleep, I knew that there was no such thing as witches. I’d long forgotten the most important thing the theatre had ever taught me — that the human body can hold two truths at once. Even truths that seem to rule each other out. There’s no such thing as witches, true. And I was looking at one.— Opening page, Mother May I, by Joshilyn Jackson
And there is no reason why, after not having slept a wink, self is still ambulatory and, even more amazing, still blogging, but there you go. Two contradictory truths, held in the same body: self’s.