cerebrations and mentations of a 23yo southpaw philomath with no idea where he's going
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead -
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow’s glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart’s echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute -
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman’s knell.
When hearts have once mingled,
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?
Its passions will rock thee,
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.
I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing —
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears —
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown —
Learneth beyond the sea
Melody new for me
And will return.
Fast is a safer hand
Held in a truer Land
Are mine —
And though they now depart,
Tell I my doubting heart
They’re thine.
In a serener Bright,
In a more golden light
I see
Each little doubt and fear,
Each little discord here
Removed.
Then will I not repine,
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown
Shall in a distant tree
Bright melody for me
Return.
This poor little caryatid has fallen under the load. She’s a good girl—look at her face. Serious, unhappy at her failure, not blaming anyone, not even the gods…and still trying to shoulder her load, after she’s crumpled under it.
But she’s more than just good art denouncing bad art; she’s a symbol for every woman who ever shouldered a load too heavy. But not alone women—this symbol means every man and woman who ever sweated out life in uncomplaining fortitude until they crumpled under their loads. It’s courage…and victory.
Victory in defeat, there is none higher. She didn’t give up…she’s still trying to lift that stone after it has crushed her…she’s all the unsung heroes who couldn’t make it but never quit.
Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

Walking barefoot though huge concrete dark room lit by city lights. I can see a bed I’m moving toward. No one is in it. I slip about 20-30 feet away from it. I’m falling. For a long time. I realize after a few moments I’m falling down toward some ground I can’t see. I wake.
I think it’s inevitable, finding meaning in your dreams.
Lyrics are easier:
Remove my hands and feet Watch me crawl on my stubs Throw me to the street Watch me fall on down head first
It’s not that simple I’ve needed this from the start To guide my way To be okay It’s made life simple I’ve needed this from the start to wake up
If all else fails If all turns to dust Set sail on a ship built from trust If all else fails And all starts to rust Set sail on a ship built for us
Its time to retreat I sawed it down to the bone The canyons are too deep yeah Decided to run like a child Decided to run to rescue Took too long to wake up
If all else fails If all turns to dust Set sail on a ship built from trust If all else fails And all starts to rust Set sail on a ship built for us
It’s not that simple I’ve needed this from the start To guide my way To be okay It’s made life simple I’ve needed this from the start to wake up
If all else fails If all turns to dust Set sail on a ship built from trust If all else fails And all starts to rust Set sail on a ship built for us For us for us
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