Millions wonder where it ends.
We suspect nothing stands still.
Recalling.... Genesis blossoms from nothingness. Her agitated twin Origin appearing as Prometheus dreams back to from where we come. Vulnerability to before-fire intimation and winking-dark seduction leads the long way out of paradise.
We have yet to arrive at the flaming gate.
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NOTE
— Image-photo-modified: Sculpture by Jan Zach, Prometheus (1958) at UO
— Further and before: Slow Fire, March 2022
https://rockartoregon.blogspot.com/2022/03/slow-fire.html
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CODA
There was a silence. Something real was happening: this was, as it were, her life. If she could keep that in mind, she would be able to play it through, do the right thing, whatever that meant. —Joan Didion
