Essay: Two Cents

 Mithraic coins, pre-Roman, before consciousness, deep in a mineral blank, there were always two. “Let me give you my two cents worth,” said God, who gave each man a talent–the wise man saw there were two coins there, always two. As for me, I’ve just risen from sleep. I don’t remember my dream. But damn if I haven’t got two cents to rub together. 

Author: stevekuusisto

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