Stupid Little Borders
…stupid religions. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting, The soul that rises with us, our life’s star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home. - William Wordsworth (when i visited Houston, i saw Brian, and an old friend - Peter Z - who was just diagnosed with HCM…) (reunions. it makes me think of the borges - Being with you and not…
