"I guess I'll never make the mistake of being in therapy during an earthquake again" --@wystandoll
"In days of yore · out of deep Ocean
to the Longobards, · in the land dwelling
that of old they held · amid the isles of the North,
a ship came sailing, · shining-timbered
without oar and mast, · eastward floating.
The sun behind it · sinking westward
with flame kindled · the fallow water.
Wind was wakened. · Over the world’s margin
clouds greyhelmèd · climbed slowly up
wings unfolding · wide and looming,
as mighty eagles · moving onward
to eastern Earth · omen bearing.
Men there marvelled, · in the mist standing
of the dark islands · in the deeps of time:
laughter they knew not, · light nor wisdom;
shadow was upon them, · and sheer mountains
stalked behind them · stern and lifeless,
evilhaunted. · The East was dark."
--from Tolkien's "The Lost Road" (via )
I Give This Bouquet of Stars Where Children Are.
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