“A man sets out to draw the world.
As the years go by, he peoples a
space with images of provinces,
kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships,
islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals.
A
short time before he dies,
he discovers that the patient labyrinth of
lines
traces
the lineaments of his own face.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph and Other Stories
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Not being "intimately familiar" with the work of Jorge Luis Borges, I thought his "Aleph" might be related to the "sacred river Alph" in the poem, "Kubla Khan," by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
I guess it is not.
But, Borges was close with his thought: I have just begun to realize my vision of things is etched not on my face, but on my brain -- very deeply in/on my mind.
I wonder if this becomes true for everyone.
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