...to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line. -H D Thoreau

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be
to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. -
T. S. Eliot


Directions slow to cresindo.

I had lost my notebook, shoes and mis-placed my fancy math text. Frustrated, all I could do was glimpse down the hill over the trees to see the web of streets I needed to navigate to get to the University -  and the classes I was late in attending. I ended up cutting through yet another building. I moved higgily-piggily,  outrunning my sight and slammed into Andy Warhol. I pardoned and asked him for directions. He responded politely saying  this was the symposium building and that they, too, were searching for answers. I inquired if he and the rest of the students were using the correct accent.


As soon as I realized I did not have to play tag, 
I didn't.

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