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.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thoughts XV: 300th Post
Urra... 300 post. This journey began in 2006 and after five years what has changed? Nothing. Nothing at all.
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