Marching through time? Or marching back and forth through time?
Does the Lady of the Lake in King Arthurs time recognize the Lady of the lake visited by a young boy tossing pebbles across its misty surface , just to watch them skip and then disappear?
Does the Knight astride his heavy warhorse recognize a young man on his knees in the mud and see a knight also?
Does the spark of genius jump so easily from one to the other with all of those memories intact?
Did soldiers of Alexander the Great recognize strangers walking amongst them?
Do we now recognize strangers on our battlefields? Men who do not use doors?
Those odd feelings of closeness come from when encountering a perfect stranger. where ... exactly does that sense of familiarity come from?
I believe that there is indeed another Avalon. Hidden by low hanging clouds. Waiting to be discovered again? How do I know this? I have dreamt it and so I believe it clearly. And it calls out ... Come to me, come to me.
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