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feathers

  • Bailey Stone Barnard
  • Feb 28, 2012
  • 1 min read

From the not-so-immediately forthcoming novel tentatively entitled Modern Disparity

…a thought occurred to me that had been festering in my head for some great while. I had so come to concern myself with the very immediacy of life that I gave up on whatever metaphysical soul might have remained caged in the cataclysmic void of my mind’s suffocating womb. I remember an ancient art and culture class in college I failed that made me study art from ancient Egyptian cultures, among others. The Egyptians depicted images on their walls of man’s heart weighed against a feather as a means to or from some sort of eternal satisfaction. A modern man isn’t seduced by such childishness; he has the privilege of weighing his heart against whatever he pleases. Nothing today is so light as a feather.

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