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December 21, 2024

Somewhere in all these boundless, compounding, swelling canyons of imprinted paper, encoded in the millions of tons of loblolly pine fiber, there must be a few words of truth, a page, a paragraph that could break the spell of fulfillment and bring back danger, need, and death.

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Thought:

“The stranger, wond’ring, stalks, and stares upon

Rome’s antique glories, in her ruins seen;

He sees high arches, huge shining heaps of stone,

Maim’d, mutil’d, murder’d, by years’ wasteful teen:

He sees a rugged, ragged, rocky quarr

Hang in the air, with ivy laced about.

O! what can last, alas! (then cries he out)

Sith Time hath conquer’d the world’s conqueror?”

Joshua Sylvester | “Rome, Conqueror, Conquered”

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