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| 22 The White Hair The apparition of a white hair at the bottom of my glass appeared to me to be a good omen. I felt ideas and ideas being born and vanishing . . . . “This is my first white hair!” . . . This . . . was the “elixir of long life.” —Salvador Dali The white hair appears as a sign to another life and you are living it. The hair is the musical note of destiny, white line between desire and fulfillment, the border between having what you want and reconstructing the shadow of what you cannot possess. The white hair at the bottom of the clay jar was dropped by an old woman who used to love you, but is now shedding longer hair in the cups of men who do not want her. Did she drop it as a warning? The hair traces the opening to heaven, makes you balder as it fills your jar with things you do not know. The white hair of a long life belongs to someone who whispers, “Come to me. I am here.” Yet, the white hair you abruptly notice hanging off your lips is a nuisance you pull off with a shrug as you drink from your jar and let go, the white hair disappearing as it hits the floor. ...

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