ARCHIVAL
RETRIEVAL
And all the rest little mattered at all -
those
cave man paintings at Lascaux, useless once we
got to them - steeped in soot from 18th
century
candles and torches and, once cleaned, gone.
History is a void, like consciousness tries to be.
I swore, myself, there was a leopard or two in
there, still prowling around. Well, okay then,
not leopard, sabre-toothed tiger, or whatever:
the kind of thing that takes off legs, that never
co-existed with Mankind, that these people never
saw nor hunted nor painted. I don't know what's up;
history's a void, like consciousness tries to
be.
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