
"And many of them said, He hath a devil, and is mad; why hear ye him?"
--John 10:20
And the answer cried forth, "Because we are bored and have not the capacity to entertain ourselves!"
And thus God wept for the making of man.
"Ashes, ashes, all fall down."
--Ring Around the Rosies (Children's Song)
"...and we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
--Book of Common Prayer (Anglican)
We are intelligent ash. Eventually we crumble and become dust. Do the echoes of our thoughts sift through living ghosts and smudge inspiration on strange minds?
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