To one [C.S. Lewis] who said that myths were lies and therefore worthless, even though 'breathed through silver'.
"Philomythus to Misomythus..."
http://mercury.ccil.org/~cowan/mythopoeia.html
Reflections, thoughts and musings from a West-Miami native ever living in two worlds, with one eye to specifics, and the other on form. Ordinary things, sometimes extraordinary. Presently hawking possessions for bike-money. Such is life.
Friday, 7 October 2011
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
the instrument of our song
The days we have lived, they're no longer ours.
The days ahead belong to no one.
Even today isn't ours...
Today, is only the instrument on which the song of our lives may, or may not be, played.
-XV Oct4 2011
The days ahead belong to no one.
Even today isn't ours...
Today, is only the instrument on which the song of our lives may, or may not be, played.
-XV Oct4 2011
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