Where the winds come from - Written last March


Where the winds come from


As intrepid as you are, you will not venture to the
place where the winds come from.  You told everyone that if
you found the source of the winds then your soul would be torn from
your self by those winds and blown to the four corners of this

round world.  But by the time the future arrived, you set off
on your journey to that place anyway, despite the dire
consequence of your soul torn away.  Your destination
is a deep infernal cave on an island floating in

the ancient Mediterranean off the coast of (to)
Carthage (I came). But that would have been your destination,
though you were unaware of it, were you returning home
from Ilium.  But now is now, and your destination

may be an underground laboratory in the white
deserts of Utah, but who can tell?  Who can tell you the
way to a place where the winds will tear your soul from your self? 
For in some days and in some seasons, the winds come from the

places other than the place that is their source.  If that turns
out to be your reality as you embark on your
search, then you will journey to every place and your quest
will last beyond hundreds and hundreds of future lifetimes,

at the very least.  But, as you told us in the past, no,
you will not venture to that place.  So this guidance is moot.

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