#john gohorry

A man builds a bridge. To his anxieties of confinement and to the fear of falling the bridge says, I will carry you there safely. * Not for themselves do the bridges proliferate platform and arch, the reach of their weathered limbs, but for the laden cart, the traveller with his dream. * The exquisite judgement of bridges! They reach up and traverse space to touch the exact spot where a sandal dismounting alights onto firm, dry land. * A bridge is all its particulars, though fashioned of this wood or that, as a verse is its own text. By such singular means our lives prosper. * Contradiction is flat. The wisdom of bridges is to rise not against, but across. The adversary, who was there first, is thereby allowed his place. * I dreamed of a hundred bridges. My dream itself was a bridge, rising out of another place to the edge of the waking world.