history turns to legend, legend turns to myth, and as each succession of storytellers leaves their distinctive mark in the telling they obscure the past until at some point we lose the fact of who we were and all that remains is the vision of who we think we are (which so often in its turn shapes the course of history)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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