081413 #worm Me sees ancient Greece outside the window. Only it's not ancient in terms of the dimness of memory, it's ancient in terms of the future of the imagination. The sun is shining the same way it shines today. Amazing. Absolutely no-one has ever realized this fully before. Realized this, fully? Or realized--anything--this fully? Ancient greek clouds, looking fresh as pure water, drift hodge-podge-cottony across the intensified sky. There are columns out there, massive elements of stone that still think the intellect has a chance. Me sticks his head out to catch a breath of it all, before it's too late. This is the essence of philosophy. You can't write this stuff down.