The persistence of myth

The stories of generations float through space, living on in the minds, hearts and discs of untold millions. If the world were devoid of the human race, its myths would live on still, lying dormant, until an intrepid adventurer stumbles on a memory bank - and the stories would burst forth like a raging flood, bringing the race to life once again.

Monday, May 25, 2020

James and the walls

James wondered why he could not walk through walls
So he tried walking through all the walls he saw
Thin walls, thick walls, tall walls and short ones too
And after bruises, fractures and utter ridicule
He stepped back and observed the world around him...

Light came through glass
Sound through walls
Smells through the air
Water seeped through anything...
and so did ghosts

He was neither light, nor sound, smell or water, or even a ghost
But he knew he had everything within (yes, even the ghost)
So he set about to believe
That the wall and he were just a bunch
Of loosely bound atoms

And believe himself so much he did
That one day he just walked through
And appeared on the other side
Today, he walks through walls, cakes, even people.....
There he is, walking right through you, now.

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