I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.
What, after all, is more real to us than the geography of our childhoods?
How could anyone stay sane with entire lifetimes stored in one human mind?
Fate and victory shift ... now this way, now that way -- like a line of unarmored men under a hail of enemy arrows.
Stupidity has a price and it always gets paid.
Mystery. The strangeness of place so necessary to some creative spirits. A perfect mixture of the classical utopia and the pagan mystery.