4050. THERE IS NO HUMAN NATURE

THERE IS NO

HUMAN NATURE

Outranking the fox and the lemur, perhaps,

Mankind enters the world on a drumstick of

sentient wrath  -  walking the woods and the

forests, singing of rhymes on the unchanneled

Rhine, marking crazed civilizations with new

stories and times. In how many versions  -  over

and again  -  just by crucifying another

lynch-man story  -  have we entered our

own realms of religion and doubt?

There's nothing really but shadow.

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'Tyger, tyger, burning bright' and all that wrath

we see tonight : Everything is somehow only 

'us', burrowed in those bearskins around the

fires of the night - stuck like legends; pinned

now, hard and fast, to a ancient wall of myth.