FROM TYRE TO RHODES
There are many things that have never
happened. I think they pile up somewhere,
just waiting. A past that we 'think' we
know, holds them tightly to its storied
breast, while the future unfolds through
the 'present, which passes. Instantly.
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You see, all this backlog of possibilities
becomes somehow our fabric from which
to weave. The empty, dead, pyramids may
ask us yet to make another story up about
them too. Before they come back alive.
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Those stars and moons, and Olympus Gods,
the same runs through with them : Stories
afford thought, while we seek, endlessly, the
evidences of what we may have dreamed.
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