| IX So many conflicts. So many venous contests and skirmishes and squabbles. Wholesale carnage. Little deaths and great deaths absorbed into the earth and deposited into the data of history. Or buried and lost. A prayer for all the fleshy, fragile, treading feet worn down, used-up, and tossed away for all eternity. Recall the spirits. Breathe them in this night air. |
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| X Walking men. Mankind. You walked and rode and rowed and sailed over distant foreign horizons and beyond the blue mountains. A curious being, this human, this being so curious. So full of aspirations. Imagination. Conflicted. |
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