I feel at ease and sad; there's a radiance in my sighs,
My sighs are all of you.
---Pushkin.
We die from a lack of imagination.
---Isak D.
Thankfully, I've seen through academia and its monstrous pretension: commitment to the Truth. What utter poppycock! Like the religious fanatic who would see his own house burn for the sake of religion or the patriot who is with his country, right or wrong. The pagans and polytheists had no such zeal...the world is not with us enough, said the poet.
So, today, let us remember the bridges and all the things that bind us and that we've cared for. And if we must forget, let us float in our imagination gently over the earth. The one thing necessary: to be true to our words, which is to say: there isn't one thing... only things like home and childhood, sighs and rain and love and chains, the things we can't untie.
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