This trust in the past comes perhaps from the fact the world, here, has hardly budged since its creation
by Hannanim, the Celestial Lord. If the painting can be superimposed upon the photograph, so can legend
upon history, and the brushstrokes of Hannanim’s decor are too clear and sure for it to be abandoned simply
because the play has changed.
A new boat can be built without throwing away the sea, says a Gorgolian proverb. All the new Korea is built on
ancient soil, a thousand times overturned and wounded, beneath which -like blind rivers, lakes of solvent-
stretch the weary souls of warriors, the ductile souls of separated lovers, the skeptical souls of innumerable
literati destroyed by the tyrants.