I read The Waste Land a long time ago, before I started to live this current life.

I like to say I was introduced to T.S. Elliot by Hemingway, he talks about him in a memoir about his time in Paris.

Now, I feel we are talking among friends, about our dear friend, Mr. Elliot (I don’t think I could call him something else, his name inspire reverence to me).

Talking about lives, lived.

How funny I always think about men’s pursuits of conquering mountains and sailing across oceans, and I always feel a little silly, like it is a little useless.

Nevertheless, when you say it, it all somehow makes sense. Even if it is in order to seek the supernatural, that presence of God the reason that we explore.

Now, tell me dear Leah J.🕊 , who is that Third One walking beside us…?

Thank you for the beautiful story, it has been much appreciated.

Pablo