The Secret Books
No one can truely write a book....
No one should read self pitty or reproach into the statement of the majesty of God, who with such exquisite irony granted me books and blindness at one touch.
A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Over the years he fills a given surface with images of provinces and kingdoms, mountians, bays, ships, island, fish, rooms, insturments, heavenly bodies, horses and people. Shortly before he dies, he discoveres that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.
No one can truely write a book....
No one should read self pitty or reproach into the statement of the majesty of God, who with such exquisite irony granted me books and blindness at one touch.
A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Over the years he fills a given surface with images of provinces and kingdoms, mountians, bays, ships, island, fish, rooms, insturments, heavenly bodies, horses and people. Shortly before he dies, he discoveres that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.
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