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The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.

Mark Twain

I want you I carved your name across three counties and ground it in with bloody hides broken necks will line the ditch till you stop it, stop it, stop this madness. I want you I have waited with a glacier's patience smashed every transformer with every trailer till nothing was standing sixty-five miles wide but still you are nowhere, still you are nowhere, nowhere in sight come out to meet me, run out to meet me come into the light

The Listeners//Walter de la Mare

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grass Of the forest's ferny floor; And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller's head: And he smote upon the door again a second time; "Is there anybody there?" he said. But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house then Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight To that voice from the world of men: Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller's call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred and leafy sky; For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head:-- "Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.

oh god.

Y so serious?

TOO MANY PRETTY PEOPLE IN THE LAST FEW HOURS. This cannot be doing good things to my ego here.