Saturday, October 17, 2009

Philosophy from a 1914 Pulp 55

Welcome, beautiful traveler. I greet you with a not-so-literary reference to a book that I have not actually read. Nonetheless, it is a source of wonder to me.

Pellucidar:
The interior world

Vivid ever with its unsetting sun
a realm of eternal day

untameable

wild with life of every imagined sort
and with those too

that have yet to be dreamed

Vastness
gloried and mysterious
shrouded in stone

A sky inside - impossibilities made real

Fear not

Doubt not

Find your way ...
to Pellucidar

55

Thank you, goddess of love, for Edgar Rice Burroughs, a man who walked a fascinating path between the real and the fantastic -- perhaps because he understood that what is real is also fantastic.

Lovingly yours,

A devotee