Przelotnyptak1
15 Oct 2024 #991
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My ears hear the clatter of horses, the clang of tomahawks, and the swish of lassoes, and I understand their true, indisputable faith and how authentic their God was to them. With a note of uncertainty in my heart, without a word, I return to the car with the tormenting awareness that only a thin layer of accretions, called culture, separates me from these people, and we are connected, encoded in genes, by thousands of years of idolatrous faith. Once again I take in the lake with my gaze, the amber flames scattered on the waves have disappeared and the now golden sun, with a benevolent hand, has scattered myriads of petals picked from golden marigolds.