'There's a flawed place in the fabric of your heart. Do you think I could not know? You alone were mutinous. You alone reserved in your soul some corner of clemency for the heathen. But you were a witness against yourself. Only that man who has offered himself up entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance. '
Let me know you're alright when you get a chance, captain.
and while I'm heeere.. here's some of one of our favorite bands (in english, of course)
What should I do with you, waves, you who can never decide whether you’re the first or the last? You think you can define the coast with your constant wish-wash, grind it down with your coming and going. And yet no one knows how long the coastline really is, where land stops, where land begins, and you’re forever changing the line, length, lay, with the moon and unpredictable.
Consistent alone is your inconsistency.
Ultimately victorious since, as so often evoked, this wears away the stones, grinds the sand down as fine as needed for hourglasses and egg-timers, as required for calibrating time, for telling the difference between hard and soft.
Victorious also because, never tiring, you win the contest who of us will be the first to fall asleep, or you, being the ocean still, because you never sleep.
Although colourless yourself, you seem blue when the sky is gently mirrored on your surface, the ideal course for being strolled upon by the carpenter’s son, the most changeable element.
And inversely, when you are wild and loud and your breakers thunder, I listen between the peaks of your rollers, and from the highest waves, from breaking spume, a thousand voices break away, mine, yesterday’s ones that I didn’t know, that otherwise just whisper, and all the others too, and in their midst the Nazarene. Over and over again those stupendous five final words: Why have you left me?
I hold my own, shout at each single wave: Are you staying? Are you staying? Are you staying, or what?
I'm sure you heard about this: Man Shot By Dog Lives To Tell Tale.....I thought you'd get a kick out of it like I did since the schmuck was a hunter....fitting, no? OX
Who knows if you're ever on again, but I put on your fave 'tubular bells" song on the profile for Halloween!! Hope you are all well and making some kick ass music!
