My brother’s face is not my face;His eyes see things mine do not see,And when I try to take his placeI’m stuck in his alterity.I do not know what he has known.I do not think his thoughts with him.His father is my father. ThoughHe is not me, he is my kin.Each other face I dailyContinue reading “Face-to-face: After Emmanuel Levinas”
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