"Like disbalanced boulders, crushing before us many, Delicate springing things, whose plan it was to grow."
Humans are but empty vessels containing naught but emotion; reason evades them.
And of course there’s Yeats.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Anarchy isn't bad🙄 That annoys me so much. Anarchy means NO HIERARCHIES. No authoritarian governments. Yes ALL GOVERNMENTS ARE AUTHORITARIAN.
Agree. After 40 years of defending Anarchy I have come to the belief that the people that cast disparagement on it are too afraid of losing that 'someone' to take orders from.
That's the conclusion I reached too.
Humans are but empty vessels containing naught but emotion; reason evades them.
And of course there’s Yeats.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Anarchy isn't bad🙄 That annoys me so much. Anarchy means NO HIERARCHIES. No authoritarian governments. Yes ALL GOVERNMENTS ARE AUTHORITARIAN.
Agree. After 40 years of defending Anarchy I have come to the belief that the people that cast disparagement on it are too afraid of losing that 'someone' to take orders from.
That's the conclusion I reached too.