Surface /4. It shapes the surface of the stone, leading in all directions and away from self into a world too large to follow, and a place where the darkness grasps the closed fist. Though the blind color of reason holds firm that door from which you might return through time and time again, adding once or twice the skilled architect of numbers in that valley of faceless but not nameless, homeless but not blameless others. From the top of that huge rock the sunset spread in both directions and the sunrise was a pebble, caught in flight by the moment's reason and allowed, as a river is allowed, to fall and rise with the tide of stars. Once again the impressions of a hasty retreat were left in the sand, were scattered to the four winds, were interpreted in a context removed from which impressions gather dust along the shore of ten thousand lakes or huddled around that pebble which you
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