Kasper which god there are so many up there +perhaps the rock took off in a
flying saucer__
Or was it that Finnish booze
Cheers Patrick )back online again!!!!!!!!!
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Sent: 23 July 2006 17:18
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Subject: Re: Ruins of the mortal lexicon
I was visiting my mother's uncle in southern Karelia recently, in the
heart of the finnish countryside, & he told me about a natural slab of
granite he'd found with a small expedition of friends. on the surface
of the rock there were lines of red colouration, formed by god (& this
intelligent man) knows what natural process, that looked exactly,
eerily, like some sort of refined script. he said it was possible even
to try to imagine what words the lines were spelling out. they clove
open the granite, & the lines continued inside, as the same
uninterrupted flow of 'words'¯only now either side of the cloven rock
showed the other's mirror image. it was a fascinating find that they
left for a few days, to return with apparatus to carry it away
with¯but the rock wasn't there when they returned. not a splinter or
grain of rock remained.
I may have fudged a detail or two of this story, but this picture
reminded me of it. :)
KS
On 23/07/06, Peter Ciccariello <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Ruins of the mortal lexicon
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> http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
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