Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Dust That Sings

What do we know about time? Would if be cruel to tell an adult mayfly that it only has one afternoon, would it still fly as far and as high as it could, might it fly further and higher than usual, or would it forget about it's wings and sit on the water, head bowed, sufficiently traumatised to invent religion?


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