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All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:..

..”As You Like It”, William Shakespeare, 1599

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the miraculous thing

sunday, 27 march 2016

when the story no longer is, the most miraculous thing remains. No words can describe it because there is no longer any separation. Point of reference from which to make comparison. History or past to project forward.

It is strangeness. It is the wonder of wonders that there could ever have been a story to begin with. And this and the story itself are miracles.

It is not to deny the story. The infinite variety of them is a testament to the infinite creativity of mind. It is this which makes all things possible. Cities. Communities. Technology. Exploration. All the expressions we choose.

It is a miraculous thing. And it is a miraculous thing when it is not.

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