"--You: Law alone, sight unbloodied, and never a heart ripped loose for gods that never were. Death is no more than the stones that lie in the groundgrip of waterless wastelands; ever obedient whirl the worlds; their ways you will understand and their whys will be born of your brains. You have given yourselves to serve and master the steadiness of the stars.
But the dust of stones shall be bones, dry bones rising for a journey from doubt into darkness. Your forgotten begotten shall trouble your dreams, the heart shall break its cage, and death shall laugh at your law. For the stars are also fire.--"
Thursday, February 23, 2006
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