Flowers that Glide

Simul justus et peccator

Friday, September 24, 2004

Another Aphorism

When lingering, for whatever reason, on thoughts of death, it is best to go for a walk. Although you shall never outpace such thoughts, you may see more clearly that all things (as beautifully composed as every day is) are moving towards one shared limit. The composition can only be our heaven. The limit can only be a fable.