A Today gallops before Yesterday. The days hang on my retina, gravity-defying boulders: the day I chose incarnation, with a scream striking in the womb of time, the day I was baptized with white river washing away sin, the day I understood the meaning, with light invading my chest, the day I carved, from thought, the word. Wild mares all. One day is missing. The first that is to come. Forty …… citeste mai mult