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“A lot of the myth here was fraudulent but then I’m not telling you something new.”
“Here? Among our wonderful guests?”
“Here as in anywhere the mind stops to function because hate or bigotry or pure cussedness has cut-in and the flow of natural life is stopped up.”
“Ah then the stories pour forth, especially for the politicians.”
“They gather stories that have no heft and defy the people to get beyond them.”
“And then they exile the ones that do….get beyond them as you put it.”
“It is not the myths we live by but the myths we make; after all, we see much in this day and age.”
“Well that’s certainly a bit ambitious. Why the big sacrifice?”
“Everything old has been used up. Nothing is left that can give me a sense of what the day may bring. I can only project an old story against it which I know is a squirt of piss and that’s about it.”
“Perhaps it’s worth that squirt, perhaps not. But then life will remain a long tale still untold into the far reaches of tomorrow. And we know that long tale will surpass the known tale going back to the hungry ice wanderers who hadn’t settled down yet. The long tale will have to carry a great deal more than we appreciate.”
“So it is that then. We sleep and wake to that. I see. Hmm. It’s a puzzlement and a challenge.”
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