He who faults another
has no right to keep
himself from being seen.
He must reveal and be revealed.


We who recreate the myths of old
older than the myths themselves,
we wander the earth not as ghosts.
Who holds the answers?
Just the thought of what is to be,
shrouded in mystery.


Memoirs are infinite,
not in the sense one wants
to be remembered,
rather to save another life.



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