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2016-04-26T10:04:34+05:30
I choose to listen to the river for a while, thinking river thoughts, before joining the night and the stars.
Night and day the river flows. If time is the mind of space, the River is the soul of the desert. Brave boatmen come, they go, they die, the voyage flows on forever. We are all canyoneers. We are all passengers on this little mossy ship, this delicate dory sailing round the sun that humans call the earth. Joy, shipmates, joy.
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