Every day is tomorrow's yesterday--
the Ouroboros still images our lives:
each day's next round advances or replays
our chance to evolve or just survive.
Allan DiBiase
3/26/2013 01:56:55 am

April 4, 1839


Drifting in a sultry day on the sluggish waters of the pond. I almost cease to live---and begin to be. A boat-man stretched on the deck of his craft, and dallying with the noon, would be as apt an emblem of eternity for me, as the serpent with his tail in his mouth. I am never so prone to lose my identity. I am dissolved in the haze.


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