A line of thinking from Plato, on through John Dee;
A thought is but a Shadow of an Idea
an Idea is but a reflection of a Mind
a Mind is but a Sun
without which
both Shade and Idea are none
I headed north to the great dunes of Eureka, across the great shallow lake, over several mountain passes and stopped in the highest peaks, looking at shade resting on snow.
On my way back I went through a small reservation of Paiute Shoshone and read a plaque that described what I have been reading about. The Settlers moved onto Native lands. Conflicts arose. Natives sold lands in treaties which included promises of food. The payments were only made in part, no food arrived, the natives went into the hills from where they both starved and prepared for war. The natives were slaughtered, and survivors sent on a long march to other lands, during which, many more died.
Later even, in the dunes, a shadow played a requiem.
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