The Solitaire Mystery (Jostein Gaarder)
Monday, February 20, 2006
A young child sits buildin sandcastles in a sandbox. It constantly builds something new, something which it treasures for only a moment before it knocks it all down again. In the same way Time has been given a planet to play with. This is where the history of the world is written, this is where the events are engraved - & smoothed over again. This is where life bubbles like in a witch's cauldron. One day we ll be modelled here, too - from the same brittle material as our ancestors. The wind of Time blows through us, carries us and is us - then drops us again. We are conjured up and tricked away. There is always something lying & brewing in anticipation of taking our place. Because we are not standing on solid ground, we're not even standing on sand - we are sand.
posted by Princess Flowerbloom at 2:30 PM
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