07-19-2011, 08:50 AM
For all the beauties of the earth
I still seek out death's mystery.
I cannot find a thing of worth
for all the beauties of the earth,
not icebergs, sunlight, streets of Perth;
I am resigned to misery.
For all the beauties of the earth
I still seek out death's mystery.
I still seek out death's mystery.
I cannot find a thing of worth
for all the beauties of the earth,
not icebergs, sunlight, streets of Perth;
I am resigned to misery.
For all the beauties of the earth
I still seek out death's mystery.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe