DICHOTOMY

It travels paths rarely ventured
A pioneer of exploration and discovery

Yet,

It retraces roads already taken
A curator of nostalgia and reminiscence


It traverses peaks of persuasion
An ardent believer in its ability

Yet,

It plods deserts of depression
A sceptic of existence and experience

It bridges diverse landscapes
A diplomat with sense and sensitivity

Yet,

It forges chasms of conflict
An envoy of odious malice.


It flies on the wings of liberation
A cartographer of new towns and cities

Yet,

It stagnates in the cesspool of decay
The plunderer of houses and humanity


For,

Its uniqueness
Is
Its dichotomy

The natural polarity
Of
The human mind.

Collective Memory

I am?

I am
A tribute to human emotion
A stain pressed by time
A teardrop caught between the pages of a book
As one human emphasised with another.

I am
A trigger of human passion
An impression influenced by time
A debate that leaped from the pages of a book
As one human argued with another.

I am
A spark of human imagination
A fire kindled by time
An innovation created from the end of a book
As one human inspired another.

I am
An account of human history
A tale detailed by time
A saga collected in a library of books
As one human conversed with another.

I am?

I am
The question and the answer
The collective memory of our humanity.

I am
Literature.