I view a young man who is crossing a bridge. The bridge does not pass completely over the body of water it spans, but curves down into it.

In watching this scene, I have the strong feeling of viewing a movie that curves back on itself. The film is trying to film itself, I think, finding that very beautiful. My sense of delight is coupled with the image of a narrow tube bending back on itself like a Klein bottle.

I want my wife to see this too. “Marlene, this is so beautiful. Look at this. Look at this beauty!”

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Though the bridge leads the young man down into the water, somehow he is not simply engulfed – as if the bridge were like a Klein bottle, submerging the youth yet keeping the water contained. And my viewing of the scene is also Kleinian in the way it curves back into itself. The beauty and delight I experience from this engages my soul, and I want my anima figure to share in it.

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