I kind of disagree with Geofare. "Yet in fiction lay the bones, Ugly in their nakedness." seems to imply that the futures that we think up in our fiction, never come to pass. They are born in fiction and they die there, never given the chance to become truth. We dream of futures yet to come, but in the end we do nothing. Our ugly mistakes, what we should have done and what we didn't do, all remain clearly visible. We cannot hide this basic trait of humanity, hence we cannot hide ourselves.
But then again, that's just what I thought about it, and I'm probably wrong. But I don't care.
I kind of disagree with Geofare. "Yet in fiction lay the bones, Ugly in their nakedness." seems to imply that the futures that we think up in our fiction, never come to pass. They are born in fiction and they die there, never given the chance to become truth. We dream of futures yet to come, but in the end we do nothing. Our ugly mistakes, what we should have done and what we didn't do, all remain clearly visible. We cannot hide this basic trait of humanity, hence we cannot hide ourselves.
But then again, that's just what I thought about it, and I'm probably wrong. But I don't care.