Here's the stuff we found when you searched for "...we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age."

• born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
• Not from the head
• From Darkness, Lead Me To Light
• Shoo Cat, Go down from the Table!
• Will you go? Will you send back? A letter from Phnom Penh
• Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel no compulsion to get up from the table
• “I want to make the milk,” or, More Tales from Youth
• Swimming pool injury
• Are you in the light or in the dark?
• The light from your eyes
• Notes from the Long Dark
• You make a light in the world and you hope someone can still look up from the dust for long enough to see it
• Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel a strong compulsion to get up from the table
• The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
• What I learned from my first Mad as Hell Doctors week
• Improving your chess game
• How to jump into water from a height
• In the long purple evenings when rock n roll from WLAM blurred into night baseball from WCOU
• John's Cool Story: Tough Luck, or The Vurping from Room 2306
• As seen mouthed through one half inch of safety glass as the bus pulled away from the terminal and left a westward wafting cloud of exhaust
• His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
• Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?
• I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
• And the power of the Great Peace drove the evil from them
• From Sidon to Tyre, or Death Surprised
• scattering, like flower petals or crowds from the sound of a gunshot
• Coy or honestly shy, either way I have got mad designs on your dancy eyes
• Sober: Tales From the Dark Side
• And love keeps pouring into Toronto from everywhere it's despised
• They Flee From Me
• the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
• Economic and Social Divisions in late 19th-century America
• The Scots Confession: Chapter 18
• Draw myself into the shell, waiting on a sign from god...or a nod from hell
• the flecks of smoke and sparks don't conjure you back from the ground or heaven
• Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
• because I am lazy and enjoy staring blankly into space (which is also the space where novels come from)
• Stand back from the doors or they might kill you
• An insight into government spending derived from potty-training
• Collect Telegram from a Mad Dog
• Dark from the bottle
• From Genesis to Revelation
• all lost lights limped on into the limitless dark
• dark highways take us near and far from home
• Put That Thing Back Where it Came From or So Help Me
• For from dust we were created and to dust we shall return
• Where do discarded return values from functions really go?
• Big huge booms and the lights from the ships off shore
• Light from a Dead Star
• I come from the Stone Age
• Light from the Sun
• An American in Tours
• White light from the mouth of infinity
• Deep Fried Foods in the Restaurant
• sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
• Having someone wrapped around you, looking into your eyes, inches away from your face, smiling the cutest smile in the world and giving you quick little kisses on the nose is the greatest feeling anywhere ever
• Lessons learned from the rap industry may or may not serve a useful purpose in everyday life
• How I found peace staring up at the moon from a gutter in my dreams
• Revelations from Amphibia
• Are apples, or a woman, so far from your reality?
• the lady from Iowa didn't either
• Flee from terror, to fire
• Where do we go from here?
• From Here We Go Sublime
• Crawling through festering flesh, hungry and, yearning, they wait for the day they will tear away from the dark.
• from the Stone Age to the stars
• stepping away from the computer, to go camping
• What happens to my soul if I go mad? Does it stay trapped inside or is it floating free?
• Thrusting into horse beings from space using a modicum of caution
• Mad Ron's Prevues From Hell
• If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
• Like white light? Or a long low moan that turns into laughing? Or the holes in Jesus' hands?
• I convert my crushes into friends, and from there to the status of Muse
• am i an angel flying into the light or a bug flying towards a light bulb?
• Every day we stray further from God's light.
• Sorry to eat and run, but I've got to go stop Lincoln from killing Hitler in his crib
• Do you not see that if we kill him with the pill from the till by making with it the drug in the jug, you need not light the candle with the handle on the gateau from the chateau!
• we turn into werewolves, liquor dripping from our fangs
• Which God was cooler, the one from the Old Testament or the one from the New Testament?
• How Candide Escaped from the Bulgarians and What Befell Him Afterward
• Dark Ages
• An eternity spent apart from God
• The In Sound from Way Out!
• The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
• FTP from my dreams
• Ads from the back page of the Village Voice
• Home away from home
• Will the distant future see a removal from linear thought?
• A Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, April 23, 1906
• Brewing ale and porter from sugar and malt
• pajamas from the dryer
• Tales from the Hood
• 'A Letter' from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
• Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus
• Argument from Design
• Muppets From Space
• Escape From Staten Island
• A Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, May 1, 1906
• lost in the wind from a butterfly's wings
• Just some more jokes from the Necronomicon
• I'll never be the one to force my parents into an "old age" home
• Excerpts from the Marion Barry Crack Tape
• The evolution of Microsoft Windows from the utterly useless UI tweaks perspective
• From Pent-up Aching Rivers
• Starting from Paumanok
• Any sufficiently advanced music is indistinguishable from MIDI
• Greek Dark Age
• away from me
• Zev
• freedom from suffering
• Withdraw yourself from the situation
• Exile: Escape From the Pit
• Happy Labor Day from Insomnia Boy
• Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis
• Playing hooky from the family
• There once was a man from Nantucket
• Snapple Sun
• From Hell
• Jose Chung's From Outer Space
• Letters from a Savior; Offer for a few
• Sending mail from a cell phone
• strictly from hunger
• From a Letter to Stanislaus Joyce, September 1905
• What I want from life
• From Ritual to Romance
• Why I am going to pretend I am a girl online from now on
• And then I crawled out from under the table
• If you can't spell, you're an idiot. "Original ideas" don't come from idiots.
• Where the hell did that font come from?
• From a Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, May 10, 1906
• The Menace from Earth
• Getting what you want from disgruntled lab techs
• Swear words from science fiction
• From a Letter to Grant Richards, October 15, 1905
• COME FROM
• RFC 1217
• Greetings from the hypersphere
• Facing West from California's Shores
• Making plastic explosives from bleach
• Networking in Paleontology's "Dark Ages"
• Erich Fromm
• From a Letter from Stanislaus Joyce to James Joyce, October 10, 1905
• Steady Sounds from the Underground
• Escape from L.A.
• The Creature from the Black Lagoon
• Getting Saved From the Sixties
• Having run away from a wedding reception
• From Beyond
• Small gifts from the universe
• God won't take the time to sort your ashes from mine
• Dav from Jordan (user)
• Awful Green Things from Outer Space
• Letters from my mother
• The lost scene from Austin Powers 2
• Emergency evacuation of soul and bicycle from suburbia
• Mechwarrior: Dark Age
• The view from my room
• Melodies from Mars
• Things we learn from movies
• Tales from the Crypt

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