Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly. This is not about our survival instincts, not about our hopes and disparities. Why can't we ante the greedy smug in you and me, though we seek no vengeance ere it damages our ambitions. Vain and pain we dwell upon and offer our desolation to those oppressed by poverty.
Let the trumpet of the day of judgment sound when it will, I shall appear with this book in my hand before the Sovereign Judge, and cry with a loud voice, This is my work, there were my thoughts, and thus was I. I have freely told both the good and the bad, have hid nothing wicked, added nothing good.
Monday, 6 April 2015
NOTHING BECAUSE WE DREAM NONE
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly. This is not about our survival instincts, not about our hopes and disparities. Why can't we ante the greedy smug in you and me, though we seek no vengeance ere it damages our ambitions. Vain and pain we dwell upon and offer our desolation to those oppressed by poverty.
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