Day was breaking. Shapes of rock loomed up
Under the luminous eye of the exit from underground.
It happened as he expected. He turned his head
And behind him on the path was no one.
— Czeslaw Milosz, from “Orpheus and Eurydice”
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a roominghouse for the servants of the duende
That makes me think of coming out of the mine.
And that is exactly what it is.
What are we mining. That is the question. What we are leaving from or arriving to.