that you should seek to countermand the arrogant stone and subscribe to a new intention? You are already written into its history. The outcome will repeat
the first intention. You have become essential to its purpose.
* To walk stone stairs is to retrace the steps that other took and shaped for all who would come. The rose still glitters in its freshness but the greyness of stone dominates your vision
yet you have come for the rose. Site of passion yet nothing is as passionate as the cold dawn when you walk the battlements. History is alive within you at that moment
and the future waits for your command. What will you say? What will you say to the inhospitable music of the time you must inhabit? You walk stone stairs where others have walked
out of history into the living day.
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The living day! For this you bend your thoughts and acts that they might conform to the liniments of time and timelessness. You suggest a living music to yourself, an animal cry escapes your lips.
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Island’ s passion and patria of the mind you return to where you have come from but all is changed. No longer has the ragged cloud authority over you
no longer does the moon decry the rose. Origin and occasion are one, a united and uniting force the mind must come to terms with
or failing that deny the soul its prerogatives in the world where still the rose calls aloud to you and to your generation. Rose, rose of our days, in the shadow of the tower you rise
out of the double dark of time yet time passes and you remain where the darkness cannot hold against the light.