From chaos shaped,
The bios grows
In bone and viscus brood the ID.
And who can say whence Eros comes?
or chart his troubled way?
Nor beared sage, nor science, yet has shown
How truth or love, when met is straightly know;
somephrases singing our dust today
Have taunted logic through man's odyssey;
Yet, strangely, man sometimes will find his own.
And even man has felt the arcane flow
whence brims unchanged the very attic wine,
where lives that mute and death-eclipsing glow
That held the Lacedaemonian battle line;
And this, I think, May make what man is choose
The doom of joy he knows he can but lose
-Author unknown
Annie Sparrow says:
Ninety-five percent of all the species that have ever existed are now extinct, so don't look so goddamn smug. -Gerard Ryder
posted Jul 17