You ask the way to Cold Mountain,
but the road does not go through.
In summer, the ice is not yet melted,
the morning sun remains hidden in mist.
How can you get here, like I did?
Our minds are not the same.
When your mind becomes like mine,
you will get here, too.
No pundit am I. Nor doctor. Nor frankly even 360 degrees of closeness to this world of placement and puffery. I am a common reader uncommon in this time. As a child I was encouraged to read whatever I wanted and I did and continued to do so. I also was allowed my own opinion. I continue to have one. Sunday I am 67. I think on this. I think on this by a century - 1857 had to occur for me to be. A century is a nice way to have a larger view. And if you take a century by details 1920 to 2020 you might rewrite Paul Valery.
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