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"If I was born in the 1920s I'd be a speakeasy gangster. If I was born in the 1820s, a mountain man. No, wait...I'd be a pirate. Either way, I’d want to be portrayed as the hero. Not the villain.
...Nah, I'd just want to be portrayed like me - a guy thoroughly enjoying life, doing what he can with what he’s got.”
STORIES WE TELL EACH OTHER
A friend once told me a story
about a philosophy professor whose final exam
consisted of him placing a rock on his desk
“Convince me this rock doesn’t exist”
The professor sat down as a student got up
placed his exam next to its subject
and left
Others to their fidgety hands, expansive missives
a collective question
what truth could be written
what could be so convincing
the rock is all in our head
“What rock?”
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