The true story of Teo Ti Wakan, the City where we become Gods
I remember Hyperborea. there I grew up lulled by fairies, breastfed by muses.
There are signs and ideas, they age badly. Then they die. And time goes by. Nobody knows what that means anymore. So an ignorant person risks a hypothesis. Others applaud him. A false scholar confirms it. And everyone thinks stupidity is great without ever questioning it. Image or symbol? Suddenly there are once obvious signs … Continued