| o To Renata |
o Man lives of that which he perceives around himself: these are the shadows of existence. Albeit he was born to discover what is hidden within himself: that is the light of existence. |
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o What follows, by the little "Lady of the Two Lands in the Shrine is Thy Name", is a continuation of "The Bi-imensional Being", a work written well over twenty years ago and which, to date, had any, if little updates. However, it is not a continuation in the traditional way since it continues from before the beginning of the aforementioned work in such a way as to expand and add to the material contained in the same. As well, "The Dead Chrysalis" is loosing its original place on the site and is to be found in this global collection. An immense debt of acknowledgement goes to all those persons, thriving within the shelves of my library, that with their stimulating thoughts and suggestions, contributed to this work. Most of them are mentioned in the bibliographical notes. As for those who are not mentioned, all of them invaluable in adding to my small store of knowledge, they are hidden in the far recesses of memory. This is their book, started millennia ago, to which little I might have succeeded in adding save for what my mind, picking pearls here and there in this vast literature, dwelled upon contributing, perhaps, some original and stimulating thoughts. In a few instances there will be some redundancy unless the "Bi-dimensional Being" be revised, hopefully sometime in the future. Being a work in progress some inconsistencies might crop in before it appears in its final form. This might give you an hint to suggest corrections or, better still, contribute - if you so like - original thoughts or criticism and that will indeed be welcome. For any inconsistencies, errors, or absurdities that you may find in this work I am solely responsible, although I have a good anecdote as an excuse: at my birth, my mother had little if any milk and the English troops had already captured my hometown, which was locked in curfew; hence little if anything was available to feed me. A young Eritrean man at our service, whose name, Elias Uoldegabriel, deserves to be remembered, notwithstanding the curfew, somehow daily managed to procure some she-donkey milk which, mixed with a good dose of water and perhaps a little sugar allowed me to survive. That's how from there I got here... Lady
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Man's necessity and longing for myths |
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