DUST AND DREAMS
I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream
Nikos Kazantzakis from The Saviors of God (1927)
I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.
The epitaph of Nikos Kazantzakis (18 February 1883 – 26 October 1957)
Your eyes are blossoming in darkness like flowers hungry for light. I am no longer your light.
“Hey, Old Pal, Where am I? Am I dead? I remember closing my eyes in my own bed. My children are with me. My son the teacher is saying, ‘We love you, Dad. It’s OK to let go’. What does he mean? My daughter the nurse is saying, ‘You have Alzheimer’s disease, Dad.’ My son the TV news producer is coming to town with Logan my grandson to see me soon. What a great little kid. Logan is going to be an…
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