A pigeon landed softly and stared into the mirror.
I thought, “Ah! Aristotle has resurrected…”
He cared not, be it time, the world, or its errors.
After a few hours, he suddenly flew away; out of sight.
“Another great mind, lost to the winds”, I said, dejected,
Still, unaffected, I went back to work…
True stories are always good because they’re so odd, and so unlikely.– Steven Knight