February 16th, 2007

cass, can you not

Damn. Ambushed by my mind - again.

Not really a story, just an image that hit my brain a couple of minutes ago.

In the childhood of time people could do everything, because they needed no reason but their own joy. So they built a tower that reached the sky and stood next to it.

And pushed.

And shouted with joy as it crashed down.

"What do you want to do now?" one asked as the dust settled.

"Let's invent languages!" said another.
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