Go, go, go, said the bird; human kind
Cannot bear very much reality
(T.S. Eliot)
Come, you lost atoms, to your Centre Draw,
And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw;
Rays that have wandered into darkness wide,
Return, and back into your sun subside.
(FARID-U-Din' ATTAR,
The Conference of Birds, trans. Fitzgerald)
Crow straggled, limply bedraggled his remnant.
He was his own leftover, the spat-out Scrag
He was what his brain could make nothing of.
(TED HUGHES,
Crow's Playmates)
The sands of Time are steeped in new Beginnings.
(IGNATIUS Q. GRIBB,
The All-Purpose Quotable Philosophy)
- First page of Grimus by Salman Rushdie.
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October 2015.
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