GOLEM%UKANVM.BITNET@cunyvm.cuny.edu (Jim Sinclair) (03/28/91)
Index Number: 14499 I built a bridge out of nowhere, across nothingness and wondered if there would be something on the other side. I built a bridge out of fog, across darkness and hoped that there would be light on the other side. I built a bridge out of despair, across oblivion and knew that there would be hope on the other side. I built a bridge out of helplessness, across chaos and trusted that there would be strength on the other side. I built a bridge out of hell, across terror and it was a good bridge, a strong bridge, a beautiful bridge. It was a bridge I built myself, with only my hands for tools, my obstinacy for supports, my faith for spans, and my blood for rivets. I built a bridge, and crossed it, but there was no one there to meet me on the other side. (c) 1987 Jim Sinclair