The Masks
Come, wander with me through the valley of the shadow, there is nothing like the gift given in his image, no time like the past for the eye of the beholder.
Our stop over in a quiet town necessary for on Thursday we leave for home. Sounds and silences become us, you my queen of the Nile, Cleopatra.
I am the night, color me. Black is my heart, but it’s a good life, this one to serve. Man, a thing about machines is our diversity, I am become.
I have become many things for many people, the passerby who is ignored, the shelter that keeps them dry, the arrival of a loved one. I am not just these, I am the little people, a little girl lost, the encounter of a stranger.
I am the new. Exhibit the mind and the matter will follow.
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition and it lies between the pit of mans fears and the summit of his knowledge. this is the dimension of imagination, this is the area known as the Twilight Zone
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