My Favorite Quote.
“This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,
when we are sick in fortune,-often the surfeit -we make guilty of our
of our own behavior,
disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as
if we were villains by necessity; fools by
heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and
treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience
of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in,
by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion
of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition to the charge of a star!”
William Shakespear
King Lear
Act 2: Scene 1
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So hear the plea I offer up / To cloud and sky above / As I kneel on Mother Earth / As gentle as a dove
He told the tale of this old place / With nimble tongue and bardic grace / Though distance was upon his face / His eyes were ever keen
I felt the sting of pain / And sealed it up inside / Now it has come to light / Unstoppable as the tide
This is no tale of fancy, it is the story of your ancestors and their war to win freedom from the Centaurs. The end of the entire race of horse-men and my own death!
As one, tall pikes reached as if to pierce the heart of the young night sky. Likewise, together they fell, sending a thunderclap over the crowd and catching their jubilation in their throats.
To her I’m a man / In garmets fine / She mistakes bloodlust / For too much wine