This historicity is Hegelian in essence, futurity of yesteryear projected upon a time. Wishful thinking is half the story, the rest is, well, History. Logically imperfect, our history is what it is.
Read PostThe places our minds can go is intoxicating, alcohol is a catalyst to the world of wonder and metaphor. The abiguity that is human consciousness defies reality in an ephephenomenal stupur. I am thinking this goes back to the relaxed state of fireside conversations and invention of stories.
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