He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
08 March 2010
The Truth can set you free
Nobody is bored when he is trying to make something that is beautiful or to discover something that is true.” – William Inge
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