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Those seated on the floor of this cavern,
cross-legged like Indians, watching a blockbuster video on the wall, can only see the imitation of the perfect Idea of Liberty, the shadow of the Statue – an image; hanging over their shoulder is the light, but they cannot turn towards it. Still those who travel to these shores from afar may have a glimpse of it in New York Harbor – majestic, dazzling, lightening the world (like a trick of gods – the Form, yet hollow – a Trojan horse, tabernacle of so many perfect ideas, most feared cortege of silhouettes that at night sneak out and rape Lady Liberty in the dark.) I believe, there are also those with a passion for triangles, those who dedicate the nights to contemplating the brightest thing of all – the Supreme Idea of the Good. (Apparently they are to be found mostly in catacombs.) ©Elena Malec, California, July 13, 1997
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