It is here again...that special night which beckons us to celebrate all our fears and to meet the ghouls and nameless creatures that haunt our lives...our day of the dead. Once again, a memory, a flash, a mood, an aura comes to me. The echo of words from long ago.
It says:
"WE ARE SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON AND OUR LITTLE LIFE IS ROUNDED WITH A SLEEP"
I now remember the Mummies of Guanajuato and I remember them in life: breathing, loving, caring,angry, saddened and just moving through life with such great purpose and in the end they cross the barrier of time to let us know that we are you.
This Halloween I choose to remember them through Bradbury's words and Lieberman's photos...we are next in line...
Thank you Mr. Bradbury and Happy Halloween.