I confess: I go back to the riddle, time and again, mesmerized. Of course I know there are no answers. But the riddle is necessary. Any seemingly logical explanations are a mere afterthought-- even the puzzle guru Sam Loyd couldn’t help Lewis Carroll explain to his readers, why, after all, is a raven like a writing desk.
It is the unparallel possibilities that the riddle provides. It is what happens in that small space between hardly and almost, that is invaluable. I linger in there, squashed within that tiny space… feeling at home, lulled to a state of concord between my calm and my enchanted self, between the girl and the woman.
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