Lungenkrankenhaus by jrej
All lime, no lemon. by Tripletreat on Flickr.
Manuscript of “Dulce Et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen. Rough draft with suggested revisions by Siegfried Sassoon.
Cairo, Egypt
In fact I doubt whether there is a more decisive moment for a thinking being than when the scales fall from his eyes and he discovers that he is not an isolated unit lost in the cosmic solitudes, and realizes that a universal will to live converges and is hominised in him.
In such a vision man is not seen as a static centre of the world… but as the axis and leading shoot of evolution, which is something far finer.
(via thearcadesproject)
Of the primeval Priests assum’d power,
When Eternals spurn’d back his religion;
And gave him a place in the north,
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.
Eternals I hear your call gladly,
Dictate swift winged words, & fear not
To unfold your dark visions of torment.
From The Book of Urizen, by William Blake
“You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall