And here's another myth of a bird called Robin.
One of these funny things that happens in the spread
or imperialism or diffusion or whatever you want to call it
of cultures, we have a robin.
And there's a robin in England.
The one was named for the other, but they have very little
resemblance to each other.
And yet the myths of the one get couched
under the perceptions of the other, and that's what we are.
That's not what the English language
when it was English whereas what it is English ever intended.
The poem is called Robin.
And I don't mean to say which robin it is.
In one of the creations, the robin
invented the day in order to escape from the owl.
And they killed Cock Robin.
And he entered the next world when the world he knew
was utterly destroyed many worlds before ours.
And he invented the day for a new reason.
And again, we survived, we survivors, without knowing why.