An interlude, or, Heraclitus' River
The Bridge at Narni by Corot via We Are Rivers We are made of time. We are the famed parable of Heraclitus the Obscure. We are water not the diamond that endures, what gets lost, not what finds repose. We are the river and we are that old Greek who sees himself in the river. His reflection thanges in the water of a changing mirror, in glass that changes just the same as fire. We’re the vain river on its fated course toward the sea. Darkness closes in. Everything says goodbye and flows away. Memory will never mint its coin. And nonetheless there’s something that remains. And nonetheless there’s something that complains. Jorge Luis Borges from "The Conspirators" in The Sonnets ...
