Terra Incognita
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Then he, boasting of his own country: so vast – while mine was so small – he likened it to a postage stamp. ‘Enough’ – I thought, so I said: “get me two sheets of paper, one for you and one for me.’ Taking mine, and folding it over and over – folding it until it became smaller and then smaller and smaller. Then – He looked so perplexed – so I said: ‘please see what we now have – two sheets; yours still blank, while mine is condensed with special significance; folded in such a way, it’s not easy to see what is inside, in essence. And yet, I can state, that this land – the one to hand, though being small, may be larger overall; with more packed inside: nature, culture, and history, not to mention its topography, that can be realised from outside; so, if I may, I’ll defend its smaller size. About your land I grant, you may certainly boast, though, you are still living mainly on the coast. In the interior – where your sheet is blank, there’s the place you seldom visit or see; still in the minds of the people of time, who ages ago folded that space from distance – into their dreamtime.” So be careful how you boast; unless you’re prepared to fold your coast, into the empty interior.’ © D.G. Moody 2022 (Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)
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