All of creation suffers, young ones. Only in accepting our own mortality can we make a difference. Only in bearing the burden of our failures can we find the strength to go on. Only in detachment from glory, or honour, or jealousy... from life itself can we hope to spare others from grief.
We are Doom Eagles. And we are dead already.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Thoughts (VI)
I'm over 100.000 pages in the last five years. It gives 379 books read. Quite good I think.
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