on the edge of forever

Released through bars of sorrow
as if not a gate had opened but I
grown intangible had passed through shadows,
from dark of yearning into
a soft day, western March.

---Denise.

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The Guardian of Forever is a doorway to any time. To risk all and leap through time, to find one's lost friend, Bones.

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The black and white world of our childhood was transformed by the flick of a switch into a muti-coloured cartwheeling universe.  Something was lost,  something was gained. All of a sudden, as is always the case with such transitions, the world came to seem very old. The image sinking further down irretrievably into the mind's store, the lowest shelf, dated and bottled, drawn and shaped by the individual herself-and only the individual could speak of it, like the last speaker of a language or a marooned survivor.

When men dream each has their own world; when they are awake they have a common world.

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There are many ways to lose oneself. 

Time is a door
I could not open.
---Adonis.

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There was an awful article in The New Yorker about online universities. There's something primitive about Harvard and all this business talk. But there was mention of this word, hora...

The appropriate season, the right time,  associated with: ripe fruit, crops harvested in the right season, a man in the prime of his life, a woman in the bloom of youth, a maiden ready for marriage; an auspicious time, the ritual perfection of time, time that returns (by law or is it chance?), the perfect moment, the time that is the curve of beauty, time regained, when things (people?) finally come together, when time stops being time forever.