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The Crossing
by Cormac McCarthy
He smiled. We think, he said, that we are the victims of time. In reality the way of the world is not fixed in any place. How would it be possible? We ourselves are our own journey. And that's why we are time too. We are the same. Fugitive. Inscrutable. Ruthless.