I’m standing in a maternity unit looking at a baby who was
born today and is taking its first step on the road of life. And then my mind
races forward to that day somewhere in a seemingly distant future when the same
being is taking its final step off the road. I look ahead to a landscape now
empty, just as it was yesterday.
And then I see a very short line drawn on a parchment stretching beyond my vision in all directions, and back comes that age old puzzle: why are these lines here and what are we supposed to make of them?
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