As I sat for my haircut last evening, I noticed bookshelves across from Cassandra's station. I asked About the new cabinetry. She said Those shelves had been there For months. I was reminded of Tolstoy, Who, on cleaning his home Could not recall whether he Had already dusted his sofa. He said, if we live life "On the level of the unconscious, It's as if this life Had never been."
by Thomas Wigington