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Created on 2011-04-28 15:04:51 (#883519), last updated 2011-07-30 (312 weeks ago)

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Name:theniwokesoftly
Birthdate:Nov 18
Location:United States of America
Then I woke softly,
And pausing, questioning awhile the music of my dream,
And questioning all those reminiscences—the tempest in its fury,
And all the songs of sopranos and tenors,
And those rapt oriental dances, of religious fervor,
And the sweet varied instruments, and the diapason of organs,
And all the artless plaints of love, and grief and death,
I said to my silent, curious Soul, out of the bed of the slumber-chamber,
Come, for I have found the clue I sought so long,
Let us go forth refresh’d amid the day,
Cheerfully tallying life, walking the world, the real,
Nourish’d henceforth by our celestial dream.

And I said, moreover,
Haply, what thou hast heard, O Soul, was not the sound of winds,
Nor dream of raging storm, nor sea-hawk’s flapping wings, nor harsh scream,
Nor vocalism of sun-bright Italy,
Nor German organ majestic—nor vast concourse of voices—nor layers of harmonies;
Nor strophes of husbands and wives—nor sound of marching soldiers,
Nor flutes, nor harps, nor the bugle-calls of camps;
But, to a new rhythmus fitted for thee,
Poems, bridging the way from Life to Death, vaguely wafted in night air, uncaught, unwritten,
Which, let us go forth in the bold day, and write.

-Walt Whitman, Proud Music of the Storm




There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is harmony in the spacing of the spheres.

-Pythagoras




You know what happens when you dream of falling? Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

-Neil Gaiman, Sandman: Fables and Reflections



The Angel of Death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings. There is no one, as of old, to sprinkle with blood the lintel and the two side-posts of our doors, that he may spare and pass on.

-John Bright

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