To write a story and to reveal the inner thoughts of the characters is to corrupt the story, to deprive it of mystery and thus immortality. That is why we love myth; we do not know what they think. Their figures loom in our minds, shapeless and yet more vivid than a character we understand intimately.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
