“Imagination rules the
world.”
He was right, of course, in unimaginable
ways.
Never mind the French Revolution terrors or
Napoleonic Wars.
Nor the acres & acres of graves at
Normandy.
Or Ulysses strapping himself to the mast so that
he might hear luring song.
That the moon, sun & stars are studded to a
metallic firmament.
We carry imagination’s
curse.
In that we fancy nobility as a fawning
lie.
Democracy no better for it produces the
ignorant mob.
Reason’s embrace is no anodyne for
social infection.
There is no such thing as a true
war story.
Just garbled myth regurgitated
one story at a time.
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