A gentleman named Robert Plant traveled to Marocco in 1975, and then on to Greece, and broke his ankle there. From there he went to Malibu, California, and wrote a song. He was scared he would never be able to walk again. Were his dreams perforated with visions of having to stand still, like the Atlas mountains in Marocco, like the titan Atlas, and having to hoist immense burdens on his shoulders?
"Wandering and Wandering, What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas hold the heavens from the Earth"
(Led Zeppelin, Achilles' Last Stand)
Immense plains stretching their way to the horizon. Dear Mr. Plant, let me tell you that your journey has had consequences for me sitting in an old railway wagon factory on another plain, far away from Malibu, far from the Sahara. Take me there with you, where can I meet you? The year is 2013. You have dreamt of war the way I can only dream of dreaming. You guys from Albion have got the point. Hats off.
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