TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE
The incline of the small mountain was not that much;
in fact it was the border of these two states. Not knowing
what to call it, they named it, what else, Indian Head Rock.
So there it stands. 'Athwart' the Delaware at some delicious
point, the sun will shine on its rocky flanks forever. Well,
you know, 'forever' like they say - all that 'world without
end, amen' stuff. Whether true or not, I'll never know.
By the time that ever gets here there will be machine-made
men, an entire 'Machine-Made' Mankind with a totally new
logic : perhaps no more subtraction, just all multiplication.
So, anyway, I'll just sit here and think back - all those
ancient men of the forests, the ancient Algonquins and those
Alleghenies who inhabited these places by Spirit. Tangible
objects were yet depended upon - all was smoke and image.
And that's where I'd much rather be, for my reasons of surety.
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