Chapter 79 PART 5

DIVINATION prophecy I found that I saw myself not as a writer, but as a guide leading the reader through the fork in the aisle and into the circus.So that they can revisit the circus when they can't go there in person, if only in their minds.I pass it on through the printed words in the general newspaper, which they can read again and again, no matter the time of day or where they are, they can use it to return to the circus at any time.Those words can lead them to wander around at will. Sounds like magic in this way, doesn't it? Frederick.Dyson 1898 Our feast is now over.our actors,

I foretell you, all are spirits, Already melted into the air, disappeared without a trace; Just as the structure of this illusion has no basis. Cloud-capped towers, magnificent palaces, The majestic temple, the vastness of the earth itself, Yes, everything inherited by the earth will eventually dissolve and disappear, As this illusory grand celebration fades away, Not a trace of cloud is left.we are exactly something made of dreams; our tiny lives Ends in a sleep. Prospero, The Tempest, Act IV, Scene 1