If it’s true that there’s nothing new and everything that now exists existed in the past, then we are really fooling ourselves when we struggle to write something new, winding up, after much painful labor,
with a tired imitation of an imitation!
Then I will look back into the records, even as far as ten thousand years ago, and find a description of you in some old book,
written when people were just beginning to put their thoughts in writing, so I could see what the old world would say about your amazingly beautiful soul
Then I will know whether we’ve gotten better at writing or worse, or whether things have stayed the same as the world revolves.
I’m sure the witty writers of the past have devoted praise and admiration to far worse subjects than you.