A guilty conscience (4 SEPT 2005)

Like the blind monster of industry I sat with my back against the mountain. The ancients have long said the mountain unites the earth and sky and withstands even the erosion of time’s shores. Yet the master who understands the ways of the universe can move the mountain with the tip of his finger.

To hell, we have said, with enlightenment–settle instead for conquest. It is not enough for moles with dynamite to object to snow-covered peaks … May the mountain be tested! The shoulders of Atlas drip with the blood of sacrifice and patiently we are borne. But how much longer until that silent arm will bear us no longer?


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