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Thursday

~thought for the day~

From the Athartvavedaparasishtra, as rendered by Wendy Doniger: Whoever dreams that he is smeared with oil, or that he enters his mother or enters a blazing fire, or falls from the peak of a mountain, or plunges into wells of mud or drowns in water, or uptroots a tree, or has sexual intercourse with a female ape or in the mouth of a maiden, or vomits blood from his throat, or is bound by ropes - he will die.

A single sentence, a single thought that twists like a snake. A slinky thought that seems to tell a story - i pick out a flavor common to Marquez and Prassinos. A very good illustration of the huge difference between what words can say and how they act.
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