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Editor's Note: In the spirit of universal exile, I present a guest post from another hemisphere. Et in Brasil ego. There is an outlandish harmony in the world, a fearful symmetry that can only be glimpsed in brief, rare intervals. When the author of this blog invited me to blog here as a guest, I didn’t think I’d have anything to say. I couldn’t see the subterranean implications of this invitation; I was blind to something that stood right in front of me, but something so big that I couldn’t see, precisely because it is so big. This consideration soon brought memories of an essay by Borges, which first paragraph I reproduce and translate here, for the sake of making this digression relevant. Cuando el remoto compilador del Zohar tuvo que arriesgar alguna noticia de su indistinto Dios—divinidad tan pura que ni siquiera el atributo de ser puede sin blasfemia aplicársele—discurrió un modo prodigioso de hacerlo. Escribió que su cara era trescientas setenta veces más ancha que diez mil...