- Vol. 04
- Chapter 10
Walking Along the Diagonal
With this stone I carve what once was – my first day and my last. Like the rounded shoulders of poor posture, inscribed eyes down turned, I look to the soil for answers and a final point-mark on the horizon.
Here lies my past, my present, my future. At rest, we are three in one. All memory and sound travels to the place of records – the place where what we do matters – the place where ancestors welcome us and the new generation traces our steps.
This place we sail to is the forgotten land and the promised land. It is the place of belief and rejoicing.