<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr">Cave Painting At Font du Gaume<div><br></div><div>Of course, even his bones</div><div>are now dust,</div><div>his flowing mane</div><div>taken by the wind,</div><div>those sturdy hooves</div><div>and solid flesh consumed</div><div>and reborn in endless forms.</div><div><br></div><div>Even so, through two hundred centuries</div><div>of darkness and lamplight</div><div>he is still running free</div><div>across that vast savannah of time.</div><div><br></div><div>And the hand that captured,</div><div>in a few spare lines</div><div>on the limestone wall,</div><div>that wild grace,</div><div>sending it down through the years -</div><div>hand of my ancestor,</div><div>hand of our ancestor -</div><div>has long since returned</div><div>to the formless.</div><div><br></div><div>A day will come,</div><div>certainly,</div><div>when all this</div><div>will be gone:</div><div>you and I,</div><div>the painting,</div><div>even the wall,</div><div>carved by ages of</div><div>drip and flow,</div><div>through uplifted memories</div><div>of countless tiny beings</div><div>who spent their short lives</div><div>in that primordial sea.</div><div><br></div><div>And yet this beauty -</div><div>this grace -</div><div>offers itself to us</div><div>in this moment,</div><div>the only time we have.</div><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Larry Robinson</div><div dir="ltr"><div><br></div><div><img alt="image0.jpeg" src="blob:applewebdata://edf0a262-b6ce-4cc2-96a7-817bc8e2d453/ef037689-2476-4467-abda-0dc8ca493569" data-unique-identifier=""><br></div><div><br></div>"Be joyful though you have considered all the facts."<div> - Wendell Berry</div></div></div></body></html>