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The desert has always held a particular fascination for me.
I have met many who make their homes here. I too consider it my home, but in a different way.
I see in it reflected my own inescapable discontinuities.
Night follows after day, but the desert encompasses all things. All the works of man float in it like lanterns in the dark. Men flee into it, they seek refuge in it, they nurse their wounds and return to their wombs in it, but they can never remain there. In it they know they are only travelers, always moving on. They will leave and it will remain.
It was there before them. It will be there after all other things have ended. It holds transient phantoms and it is true reality. The mapless territory. When I chance to look Outside it is all around me and always has been.
Outer space is a desert between stars. Time is a desert separating moments of significance. It is the only place, it is beyond place.
And in a place beyond place any two paths can cross. None may ask why.
The only illusion that cannot be dispelled is that life and death are separate.
- Victor Proudspears, 1884
Illustration by
SkidarStudios
I have met many who make their homes here. I too consider it my home, but in a different way.
I see in it reflected my own inescapable discontinuities.
Night follows after day, but the desert encompasses all things. All the works of man float in it like lanterns in the dark. Men flee into it, they seek refuge in it, they nurse their wounds and return to their wombs in it, but they can never remain there. In it they know they are only travelers, always moving on. They will leave and it will remain.
It was there before them. It will be there after all other things have ended. It holds transient phantoms and it is true reality. The mapless territory. When I chance to look Outside it is all around me and always has been.
Outer space is a desert between stars. Time is a desert separating moments of significance. It is the only place, it is beyond place.
And in a place beyond place any two paths can cross. None may ask why.
The only illusion that cannot be dispelled is that life and death are separate.
- Victor Proudspears, 1884
Illustration by
SkidarStudios
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