Ever in Good Stead

April 26. I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Last sentence on the last page. Happy birthday to Joe; enjoy this Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man:

April 27. Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.

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Thought:

“You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.”

Jorge Luis Borges | “The Writing of the God”