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May 10 - May 18, 2019
By day, too, there are a thousand gods, one for every stranger, for every tradesman, for everyone who has ever passed through or resided or merely dreamed of a new god during an afternoon nap. In the street of carvers one can buy idols of all these gods, or even have new images made if one happens to be divinely inspired at the time.
“When I am in the darkness gone, and you’re still in the light, come lie each day upon my grave; I’ll lie with you each night. Come bring me gifts of fruit and wine. Bring them from the meadow. I’ll bring dust and ash and clay; I’ll bring gifts of shadow.”
We have met before—we meet again, here and now—we shall meet yet again; but how, and when, and where, I may not say.”
“They ought never to have hired that man. Even the most stupid of personnel managers should have seen at a glance that he was mad.
