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A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increases
It will never pass into nothingness
But still will keep a bower quiet for us
And a sleep full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing
Endymion,J.Keats
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back and all change to silver glass and then you see it.White shores and beyond. A far green country under a swift sunrise
Gandalf
Humanity has the stars in its future, and that future is too important to be lost under the burden of juvenile folly and ignorant superstition
I.Asimov
Our loyalties are to the species and the planet. We speak for Earth. Our obligation to survive is owed not just to ourselves but also to that Cosmos ancient and vast from which we spring
C. Sagan
'O me!O life! of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish;what good amid these,O me,O life?
Answer.That you are here that life exists,and identity;that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.'
W.Whitman

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Dear Santa - All I want for Christmas

Dear Santa, I know that in the following year world peace will not prevail, children will still be abused, women and minorities will still be persecuted and the freedom of speech will still remain under a gag order. I know that my country will suffer as myself and so many I love. So dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is hope and strength to hold against the tide.(an agnostic)

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Sunday, December 12, 2010

The spirit of Christmas - There is still light

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Saturday, December 11, 2010

Lady Grey London - Lady Dior - Tears

Lady Dior

Through my bleeding heart

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Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Dusty - happiness is.....

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Prometheus Unbound,Shelley

Spells to restore Moral Freedom

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite
To forgive wrongs darker than Death or Night;
To defy Power which seems Omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope, till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates. .

Percy Shelley (yes Byron, Keats, Shelley.....always and forever)

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