My steps never outweighed the gravity of hell.

 

What have been and what will be.

Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea.

It is the north wind that leshes men.

"An Ash I know called Yggdrasil,
A tall tree sprinkled with white waters:
Thence come the dews that fall in the dales.
Evergreen it always stands above Urd's Well."
—Voluspa: 19

We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children.

 

Thank god for mental illness.

Blessed with this curse of knowing why I'm here.

We are such stuff as dreams are ma­de on.

All seems fresh and clean.

Inspiration.

 Work in progress.

Isn't it rather dangerous to use ones entire vocabulary in a single sentence?

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Znakiem jego dąb a postać potężna, z głową srebrną i wąsem złotym.

I wszczęła spór Mokosz z Perunem, kto z nich ma stworzyć człowieka. I stworzyła Mokosz człowieka, a Perun włożył weń duszę. I dlatego, gdy człowiek umiera, do ziemi idzie jego ciało, a dusza ku Perunowi.

- Powieść minionych lat

Beauty that arose out of pain.

Our civilization runs by burning the remains of humble creatures who inhabited the Earth hundreds of millions of years before the first humans came on the scene. Like some ghastly cannibal cult, we subsist on the dead bodies of our ancestors and distant relatives.

 - Dr. Carl Sagan