A few nights ago I dreamed that I was polishing a crystal idol of Jatayu with a cloth. As I cleaned away layers of soot, the idol began to glow brightly until the room was filled with light.
The fable always resonated with me. Jatayu, feeble and old, launching himself into a battle he knew he could never win.
You don't have to be David to interpret that dream.
beautiful!
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