a tiger that devours me

2.2.18 ~ Fota Wildlife Park, Carrigtwohill, Cork, Ireland ~ Sumatran tiger

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
~ Jorge Luis Borges
(Labyrinths: A New Refutation of Time)

10 thoughts on “a tiger that devours me”

    1. I have a thing for mindfulness metaphors, the illustrations help me to “see” things that regular words fail to convey to my “thinking in pictures” mind. 🙂

    1. Thank you, Kathy! We are so very many things, aren’t we? Going for my final radiation treatment this afternoon, bringing along the head cold I picked up in Ireland. I am the cold… I am the cancer…

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