Broken Windmill Near The Hope Camp Trail — Image by kenne
There stands the remains
of a hopeless battle
watched over by
the ghost of Don Quixote.
Although the ghost whispers
are never heard,
try as I may to distinguish
between fantasy and reality,
every windmill stands in the shadow
of the ghost of Don Quixote
giving this tool of man a human spirit
leaving us to decide
which is the ideal vision –
the practical but mundane
image of a windmill,
or that of the romantic dreamer
of the impossible dream –
in the end, we all see only
what we wish to see.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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