I'm not lost. I just don't know where I'll end up.
OK. Scratch that. I am lost. Anyone got a compass?
soriyya: Swedish. Perpetual student in engineering physics, wondering when and if it'll all end. Aspiring aikidoka. Has been accused of alphabetism, the opposite of analphabetism. Reads too much too fast, especially when the other alternative is studying.
I never thought that you'd lose that light in your eyes.
A skeleton walks into a bar and asks for a beer and a mop.
Burne off my rusts, and my deformity,
Restore thine Image, so much, by thy grace,
That thou may’st know mee, and I’ll turne my face.
- - John Donne, Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward.
Who can deny mee power, and liberty
To stretch mine armes, and mine owne Crosse to be?
- - The Crosse
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
I saw Eternity the other night,
Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
All calm, as it was bright;
And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years,
Driv'n by the spheres
Like a vast shadow mov'd; in which the world
And all her train were hurl'd.
- - Henry Vaughan