I have seen its face before.
The valley of death, for every idea must pass through it. I have seen its upright twin, too – most often in my dreams. As I slide down its slippery ways, I see its slope curving upwards on the other side.
The valley of death, for every idea must pass through it. I have seen its upright twin, too – most often in my dreams. As I slide down its slippery ways, I see its slope curving upwards on the other side.
We all wear masks.
The time soon comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our skin. And when all that we could shed is done – at the bottom of the pit, we find our true voice. It is the only branch we need, one believer — one, true fan.
P.S. A few links to my writing.
This manifesto may remind you of the ideas of Kevin Kelly.
The time soon comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our skin. And when all that we could shed is done – at the bottom of the pit, we find our true voice. It is the only branch we need, one believer — one, true fan.
P.S. A few links to my writing.
This manifesto may remind you of the ideas of Kevin Kelly.
