“Of all the stupid things I did, not being happy was the stupidest”
No one knows what death is like,
but do we even know that it exists?
Hunt quietly, and silence will be your trophy
When Goldie was young, she ran away from everything threatening.
Later, too old to bother with running, she learned to complain.
Now, too old to bother with complaining, she’s learned patience and tolerance.
But there are still times when, pushed beyond reason,
she attacks with great credibility and gives no ground.
Goldie is my rock star.
A thorny bush is first to attract the farmer’s clearing axe.
If arguing is your way, your life will fill itself with arguments
If love is your way, your life will fill itself with love
Do not die with fear, or heart of stone
Do not weep because you’re all alone
Do not pray for one more day,
or to live again in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
Chief Aupumut – Mohican 1725 (via Mark Freeland)
(edited by stevenotice.wordpress.com)
Flying dreams, shifting rooms and changing corridors,
melting floors and unreliable gravity.
A door opens and a girl promises me the best sex I’ve ever had.
A secret room, down a secret corridor, bears a sign that says “The Truth.”
I follow the girl eagerly instead, still looking backwards at the truth, but now that door has vanished.
A small and dangerous elevator, with thick doors like a gas chamber.
So many people are crushing in. Thank God there’s no room for me.
I’ll take the next one.
I see a man I used to know, a fellow traveler.
We wait together in the lobby, for our ride to the spaceport.