What is left to us when we have come down to that?
The Face;
The Face that harbours 'that treasure, that nugget of gold,
that hidden diamond'which is the infinitely fragile self shivering in a body;
The Face I gaze upon to seek in it a reason for living
the "completely futile accident" that is life
(Francis Bacon)
21/10/07
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