Thursday, September 09, 2004

2.1



The Furies say: Travel, only travel,
Through this small world whose monarch is decay,
Only in movement can there be life.
And Bellerophon: I have nothing to mourn, nothing to
     celebrate,
Nothing to emulate and nothing to reject,
I am the blue blank mirror of a lake,
I am the exact face of snow on the glacier,
No action is put upon me, and no reaction to this,
I have nothing to move towards and nothing to gain.
The Furies say: Be within Time.