A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines trace the lineaments of his own face.
Jorge Luis Borges
rac1257 write: Now if I let you see this place where stories all ring true Then will you let me past your face to see what's really you It's not for me I ask this question as though I were a king For you have to love, believe and feel, before the burst of tambourines take you there
Oooooh ..... Gotta love a man who can quote The Outlaws....
Those who don't believe me
Find your souls and set them free
Those who do, believe and love
As time will be your key....