He
clicked his pen point in and out, frowning into space. “If they had
a time machine, I’d go on it,” he said. “It wouldn’t much
matter to me where. Past or future: just out of my time. Just
someplace else.
I
never heard Einstein had told this about time, but even if he didn´t
it´s a good and beautiful image. The capacity of rivers as spring
and flow (such an amazing record!) of metaphores is almost
neverending. My favourite text about rivers is this one by
Monterroso:
HERACLITAN:
When the river flows slow and you have a good bicycle or horse it is
possible to bath twice ( and even three, according to your
necessities)in the same river
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