a shape with lion body and the head of a man...
Da mihi de te solliciti. Obsecro, ubi es?
(The two lines are of course from The Second Coming by William Yeats, written in 1919.)
where the weeping flowers hide
things fall apart, the centre cannot hold...
a shape with lion body and the head of a man...
Da mihi de te solliciti. Obsecro, ubi es?
(The two lines are of course from The Second Coming by William Yeats, written in 1919.)
a shape with lion body and the head of a man...
Da mihi de te solliciti. Obsecro, ubi es?
(The two lines are of course from The Second Coming by William Yeats, written in 1919.)
There is no train. That's why it's real. In RL, I put words together with other words and fabric together with other fabrics, and sew everything together. Married in two worlds, mostly happy in two worlds, shrine maiden of Belopa in my off time (watch, uh, this for, uh...explanation??). Sarcasm is more than a hobby, it's closer to a lifelong avocation.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity
There's nothing wrong with passion, nor intensity, but it must be matched with will and clarity of purpose.
Nice to see you again.
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