#I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree
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“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.”
― Joyce Kilmer
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According to the Tron Wiki, the character "Radia" is possibly named after the computer programmer Radia Perlman, whose contributions to network design (that are far too complicated for me as a layperson to understand) has earned her the nickname "Mother of the Internet".
She did once write a short poem about her work, a parody of Joyce Kilmer´s (in)famous poem "Trees":
Algorhyme
I think that I shall never see
A graph more lovely than a tree.
A tree whose crucial property
Is loop-free connectivity.
A tree which must be sure to span
So packets can reach every LAN.
First the root must be selected.
By ID it is elected.
Least cost paths from root are traced.
In the tree these paths are placed.
A mesh is made by folks like me
Then bridges find a spanning tree.
#Tron#Tron Evolution#Radia#Radia Perlman#Computer history#Poetry#If someone can explain her Spanning Tree Protocol in layman's terms I'd be delighted
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↪ 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 ����𝑻 𝟑 𝑨.𝑴 . ( a series of sentence starters from sylvia plath’s “ the collected poems ” . adjust phrasing as necessary . )
my mendings itch . there’s nothing to do .
what ceremony of words can patch the havoc ?
stop crying . open your hand .
it is a terrible thing , to be so open .
i am too pure for you or anyone .
it’s easy to blame the dark .
how free it is , you have no idea how free .
it must be one or the other of us .
it was a kind of marriage , being so close .
nobody sees us .
i couldn’t sleep for a week .
it is comfortable , for a change , to mean so little.
tell me i’m here .
your room is lousy with flowers .
now i resemble a sort of god .
nobody can tell what i lack .
i suppose it’s pointless to think of you at all .
i can stay awake all night , if need be .
this is not what i meant .
i can’t get it out of my mind .
when you kick me out , that’s what i’ll remember .
i wasn’t fooled . i knew you at once .
if the moon smiled , she would resemble you .
your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing .
perfection is terrible .
i do not trust the spirit .
one day , it won’t come back .
they will wonder if i was important .
oh god , i am not like you .
there is no stopping it .
we have come so far , it’s over .
tonight will be , in every respect , like every other night .
that’s how you always talk before we start .
if i didn’t trust you at this , i wouldn’t trust myself .
at least i feel less dread of the world beyond ours .
i admit it : i’m afraid .
don’t be so smart .
i dreamed of doing it , and now it’s done .
earth is my haunt .
what manner of business are you on ?
perhaps you’ve late quitted heaven ?
i shall never grow old .
sugar can cure everything .
is there no way out of the mind ?
there are no trees or birds in this world .
this is what i am made of , this and terror .
why is it so quiet , what are they hiding ?
this is what it is to be complete .
is he wearing pajamas or an evening suit ?
the police love you , you confess everything .
is my life so intriguing ?
where are you going that you suck breath like mileage ?
you flicker . i cannot touch you .
if i could bleed , or sleep ! if my mouth could marry a hurt like that !
what did they know that i didn’t ?
you say you can’t stand her .
i’m doped and thick from my last sleeping pill .
you are ill .
you are so exhausted .
i can’t communicate .
we’re here on a visit .
where do you stash your knife ?
what sort of scenery is it ?
you know who you hate .
pure ? what does it mean ?
i am not subtle .
right now you are dumb , and i love your stupidity .
i know why you won’t give it to me . you’re terrified .
is it impossible for you to let something go and have it whole ?
must you kill what you can ?
there is one thing i want today , and only you can give it to me .
it won’t hurt .
do away with it altogether .
are you our sort of person ?
i have always been scared of you .
i didn’t call you . i didn’t call you at all .
there is nothing between us .
seven hours knocked out of my right mind .
i am myself . that is not enough .
i dream of someone else entirely .
we should meet in another life .
it was an accident .
you know what lies are for .
dying is an art , like everything else .
how far is it now ?
do not accept it . it’s not genuine .
i am so stupidly happy .
eternity bores me , i never wanted it .
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The prompt lists for the Trigun Rareship Week 2023 are officially out!
For each day of the weak, you can pick a prompt from one of the three lists, or combine two or more prompts from the same day for your contribution.
You can stick to the prompts provided as closely as you'd like, or, alternatively, interpret them in unusual ways! Anything goes!
A transcribed list of the prompts in text form can be found below Read More.
Word Prompts
November 27th
greenery & flowers
November 28th
hurt, comfort & redemption
November 29th
blue skies & celestial bodies
November 30th
past, present & future
December 1st
memory & regret
December 2nd
death & rebirth
December 3rd
sugar & spice
AU Prompts
November 27th
Winged AU
November 28th
Cyberpunk AU
November 29th
Canon Divergent AU
November 30th
Merfolk AU
December 1st
Coffee Shop/Tattoo Artist/Florist AU
December 2nd
Historical AU
December 3rd
Modern AU
Quote Prompts
November 27th
“You are coming down with me - Hand In Unlovable Hand” (No Children, The Mountain Goats)
November 28th
“Don't wake me up - Just leave me there dreaming” (Down By The River, BG3)
November 29th
“I think that I shall never see - A poem lovely as a tree” (Trees, Joyce Kilmer)
November 30th
“My kind companion - softens stone - my gentle giant - painful reminder - don't look in my eyes, I feel a sudden desire” (sudden desire, Hayley Williams)
December 1st
“Tread softly because you tread on my dreams” (Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, W.B. Yeats)
December 2nd
“I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door” (From Eden, Hozier)
December 3rd
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope.” (Persuasion, Jane Austen)
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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢♡
𝑷𝒐𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
A soft smile rose to his lips and from this angle, his eyes were a subtle shade of violet.
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff ♡
"To One in Paradise" is one of my favourite poems so I just had to include it here♡
Living in the shadow of the greatest detective can be hard, but what is worse is hiding your crushes from him. Ranpo knew how smitten you were with your common friend, Poe. And he also knew that he shared your feelings, but of course he wouldn't tell you that.
What he would do instead is get the two of you to spend time together. Every time the three of you met up for lunch or a quick snack he would come up with an excuse to leave early. So you were left there with the handsome writer, sitting in awkward silence and exchanging glances. Eventually, duty called and you had to join the others at the Agency.
One day Poe came for a quick cup of coffee at the office, carrying his usual pile of notebooks. Ranpo noticed a new purple notebook in the stack and suspected what it was used for, so as soon as Edgar was out of sight he snatched it, hiding it under his cape.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick, alright?" said the man with a wink before quickly disappearing.
You nodded, taking a sip of your hot coffee.
Soon after Poe returned with two cookies.
"I got these from Yosano" he said in a shaky voice, holding one of the round chocolate chips for you to take.
You leaned in to take a bite, marvelling at how rich the flavor was. For the next few minutes you talked about his most recent works and your plans for the weekend. Your conversation was interrupted by the buzz of the man's phone.
"Yes?" he answered the call, pursing his lips "Alright I'll be there soon."
"I'm afraid I have to go. I'll see you soon!" he spoke after ending the call, an apologetic look on his face.
You waved him goodbye, watching him exit through the office door. As soon as Poe was gone, Ranpo returned.
"Oh I see Edgar left. Too bad, he forgot this" he stated, procuring the purple covered notebook from a pocket.
Your eyes widened in shock.
"Ranpo, did you steal Poe's diary?"
"I wouldn't say steal. I just borrowed it for a while."
You rolled your eyes, handing him the rest of your cookie. The detective ate the biscuit, a smug smile making its way to his lips. He held out the notebook for you.
"I think you should return it to him. Of course, you can read it if you want. I think you'll like what you read there."
"I would never read his works without permission. I'm not that nosy."
Ranpo simply shurgged "Suit yourself"
A few hours later you texted Edgar to let him know that you'll be dropping by tomorrow to give him the notebook. The whole evening you kept rethinking Ranpo's words. What could be written in the mysterious diary? Why did the detective want you to read it that badly? And why were you so eager to find out?
You did your best not to open it but you eventually gave in to the temptation. Making your way to your bed with a cup of steaming tea in a hand and Poe's diary in the other, you tucked yourself in. The sheets felt cold against your skin.
You slowly opened the cover and started reading the first poem.
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
“On! on!”—but o’er the Past
my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o’er!
No more—no more—no more—
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
~To One in Paradise by Edgar Allan Poe
You smiled as you read the words on paper, written in his neat, elegant handwriting. You knew that Edgar was a good murder mystery writer but you didn't know that he also wrote love poems. You skimmed through the poems, your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as you read his latest works. They were getting more graphic, sensual.
You completely forgot about the tea on your nightstand, getting lost in the texts. As you waded through the poems you subconsciously started rubbing your thighs together. It was around 12 when you made it to the last poem.
'My lips agape, yearning for her
The divine of Life
...
My eternal soul to her is pledged
My Morning Star
...
Her Fate intertwined with mine
My everything, I'm yours to keep
Oh! Y/N
...
Your eyes shot open as your saw your name in his book. You remained motionless, your eyes scanning the poem again. Eventually you went over all of them again, checking for signs to confirm the idea that formed in your mind. And there they were, clues all over and you couldn't believe that you didn't notice them before. All the poems were about you.
A warm feeling took over your body, suddenly realizing why Ranpo wanted you to read the diary. You still felt like you were intruding Poe's personal life, his feelings. But it was too late for regrets. The deed was done. You put the notebook away, resting your head on the soft pillows. His words danced behind your eyelids and his voice intoxicated your mind until you fell asleep.
The next day you showed up to Poe's place holding the notebook under your arm. You rang the doorbell and a few seconds later a head emerged from behind the cracked door. When he saw you the man slowly opened the door, motioning you to enter.
His hair was more disheveled today; heavy bags newly formed under his eyes.
"Are you alright, Edgar?" you asked softly. "You don't look so good today"
He pulled at his collar, averting his gaze from yours.
"Yes I'm quite alright. I just didn't get much sleep last night"
"What a coincidence, me neither." you stated, taking a step closer to him.
You could notice him tense with each step you took. You handed him the notebook. The look on Poe's face betrayed his anxiety
"Did you read it?" he eventually asked
"Yes I did"
A deep silence fell between us. With each second that passed the feeling of guilt got stronger.
"Look, I know I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I promise that what I read won't change anything between us and-"
"Well maybe it should change something" interrupted the man. He quickly closed the distance between us, his hand cautiously snaking around your waist. "I mean, if you want that."
Your cheeks started to burn again; you were painfully aware of the closeness between the two of you. His grey eyes held your gaze for a while but eventually you felt his grip loosen. The sudden wave of confidence that took over him was starting to dissipate.
"I'm sorry if I took this too far..." he stuttered
You swiftly pulled him back in.
"No, Edgar you didn't. I want that too." you responded, a smile spread across your face.
He looked shocked for a while, his lips slightly parting as he exhaled deeply.
"I suppose we could go for a date tonight. If you're free" you added
A soft smile rose to his lips and from this angle, his eyes were a subtle shade of violet. He nodded, peeling your hands from around his waist.
"I'd like that. Shall I meet you at the office when you finish work?"
"Sure. I'll see you there."
Before you left, you planted a peck on his cheek. You waved goodbye, watching his pretty face turn red. An hour later when you entered your office you saw Ranpo seated on your chair. He had his legs on your desk and a lollipop in his mouth.
"Sooo little loverbird. How did it go? Got yourself a date tonight?" he asked with a grin.
You snatched his lollipop and placed it in your mouth, gaining a whine from the detective.
"Your ultra deduction ruins all good news, doesn't it?"
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PERCY JACKSON AND THE TITAN'S CURSE: STARTERS
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2007 Rick Riordan novel, Percy Jackson and the Titan's Curse. change & alter as needed.
"She's right, but that doesn't mean I have to like it."
"Do you have everything you need? Extra sweaters? You have my cell phone number?"
"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
"My name's [name]. I'm going to take you out of here, get you somewhere safe."
"You are wanted alive, if possible. Otherwise, you would already be dead."
"We don't have any family. [Name] and I... we've got no one but each other."
"You are in no condition to be hurling yourself off cliffs."
"Don't you get that she'll never love you back?"
"I feel a haiku coming on."
"I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees."
"You've already got [name] on your bad side. You need another immortal enemy?"
"Smashing it would be good."
"Let's go see if we boiled anyone important, shall we?"
"I apologized for the hole in his pants, but he still sent me packing."
"Do we get to kill the other team?"
"[Name], with all due respect, whose side are you on?"
"He tends to eat household objects whenever he gets upset."
"Your time will come. I'm convinced of that. There's no need to rush."
"[Name], as much as I want you to come home, as much as I want you to be safe, I want you to understand something. You need to do whatever you think you have to."
"I know one thing about you, [name]. Your heart is always in the right place. Listen to it."
"I'm telling you that I'll support you, even if what you decide to do is dangerous."
"Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?"
"The prophecy says at least two of you will die. Perhaps I'll get lucky, and you'll be one of them."
"You know, you're never completely without friends."
"Do me a favor. Get out of my car."
"You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear through the search."
"So what's the story with you and [name]?"
"I hate this language. It changes too often."
"Of course I'd like to take your head for a trophy, but someone wants to see you. And I never behead my enemies in front of a lady."
"Oh, you even dream about her! That's so cute!"
"You're so cute! I wish all my daughters could break the heart of a boy as nice as you."
"You think we're going to get attacked by killer refrigerators?"
"I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a thief."
"If anything happens, give that to [name]. Tell him... tell him I'm sorry."
"There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it."
"Do you always kill people when they blow their nose?"
"How did you get that sword past security?"
"Why didn't it hurt me? I mean, not that I'm complaining."
"It's been nice adventuring with you guys."
"Oh, yeah, you look completely inconspicuous now."
"Um, maybe we could avoid talking about entrails, too."
"I won't leave you guys. We fight together."
"Long Island. It's this island. And it's... long."
"Tell [name]... tell her she still has a home here, will you? Remind her of that."
"It can be like old times -- the three of us, together, fighting for a better world."
"I did the stupidest thing in my life... which is saying a lot."
"You are brave beyond measure, my girl. You will do what is right."
"Please remember you always have a home with us. We will keep you safe."
"Wise counsel is not always popular, but I spoke the truth."
"I think I owe you a dance."
"Go away! I hate you! I wish you were dead!"
"Why are you saying that?! You want to be responsible for the whole world?!"
#rp meme#roleplay meme#rp starters#roleplay starters#dialogue prompts#rp prompts#roleplay prompts#rp memes#roleplay memes#sentence prompts#sentence memes#sentence starters
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Pick a card : Intuitive reading
Poems from the divine𑁍 Blessings your way !!
ஓீ፝͜͡❁۪۪🦩ஓீ፝͜͡❁۪۪🦩ஓீ፝͜͡❁۪۪🦩ஓீ፝͜͡❁۪۪🦩ஓீ፝͜͡❁۪۪🦩ஓீ፝͜͡❁۪۪🦩ஓீ፝͜͡❁۪۪🦩ஓீ፝͜͡❁۪۪🦩ஓீ፝͜͡❁۪۪🦩
Disclaimer : This is my third time doing an intuitive tarot reading so don't set anything on stone , if you do not resonate please choose another pile , i would really like it if you tell me whether you resonate .
I receive best messages through poetry and automatic writing , so I would firstly present you with the poem that I received and then decifer a meaning for you , you can also have your own interpretation , the best things about metaphors are that they are metaphors so they are tangible according to you . I'll give a very general what I understand meaning .
🍀 Take a deep breath , meditate and choose the picture you are attracted to :
🔮Pile 1 :
"Up in the palm trees their lies sweet love
Candy crush skies , benevolent heat up
Could you wait honey for some time
Trying won't give it a mind
Give me seconds for i shall show you virtues
Be by a brook
Cry release help
Curated cannons for your hater
Sweet love of mine you are divine"
Interpretation :
Are you anxious about something?Did you sleep well? Palm trees symbolise money , victory , triumph , richness etc . I think climbing signifies you are going through a not so good time right now , you are asked to release whatever you are holding back , as you release you will find more self love , self worth and most probably money . You also might see the world through rose coloured glasses , beware of who you serve your kindness , because most people have only learnt how to take . You also might have new love on the way , the person would be rich and adorable and will bestow you with loads of kindness , or generally it could mean you start loving yourself unconditionally . Are you in anticipation of something , maybe a material or a person , if you are , do not obsess over it too much , because it's meant for you . You will be blessed with wisdom . Try going to a beach or any water entity , it may help you find peace and serenity . You could also try cleansing your mind if you're fogged , use essential oils , subliminals , yoga etc . If you are holding yourself back or have dealt with trauma try healing it . With curated cannons , justice would be served to you , i think recently you had a breakup or some of your friendships ended and maybe whoever is it might be thinking about you too much and they may be disrupting your auric field , you are also told that you are indeed a strong entity in this planet , so never hold yourself back and if you want to manifest something it will be served to you .
Additional : "drop that dumbass " , "break up with your gf , coz I'm bored" , " time heals" , " All you want is yours"
A shuffled song for you :
🔮Pile 2:
Lovely gifts for my favourite courtesan
Your hardwork will pay off
Believe in yourself
For you shall find
What you really need
Creativity bestows upon you like dream rain
Rainbows now for wars are over
Mother oh mother look at your daughter
Painted in all pearl shades
Mary prayed the rosary for your shape
Chariot calmness
Baby bye
Interpretation :
Spirits love you , your energy , your vibe . If you are working on something for a long time and you are suspicious if that will do you any good , yes it will your treats are on the way in the form of promotions , peace money etc . If you are confused about anything you are soon to gain clarity . I think you are very creative and the process is almost very subconscious to you , you maybe blessed in a creative field , you have a creative profession as well . I think you had chaos going on in your life regarding your job or career , you are divinely guided and all of the 7 colours are going to bless you , 7 could be significant to you. Maybe a feminine figure was your support system or she didn't believe in you , she will start to see how amazing things have turned out for you . Everyone is going to be proud of you . You could as well paint , you are attracting good luck and gaining emotional intelligence . Mary may be relevant to you , you are blessed and your angels worked in your favour so you could come this far . If you were working out for a long time , you will receive your desired results . For a long time you had to do everything for yourself but now the action is over so take rest and enjoy . Baby bye could simply mean a disclosure or it could mean you are cutting off people who no longer serve Your purpose .
A shuffled song for you :
🔮Pile 3:
Upheaval your weapons this is a rising
Water in your eyes fire in your soul
Holy blood it's an end now
Truest of yourself you've found
In darkest of times
Middle of the night's pay off
Tree of life from roots to branches
Holds the sweetest nectar within
Search for you shall find
Dream baby dream
You went through spirals to comeback to the start
I send you high to wherever you want
Interpretation :
I think someone was suppressing you or maybe you were suppressing yourself , if you want to do something new it's an indication it's finally time to go for it , i think you are a very passionate person but if they mess with your soul they pay for the consequences. I think you will bounce back , i also hear " I come back stronger than a 90s trend " . I also feel someone is going to win a divorce case or a property case. This is also an indication that you finally know yourself because you dealt and passed the saddest times . I think people in this pile may also be working for their exams day and night , you are going to rock this . This also suggests that you should probably try interpreting your dreams or generally day dreaming will help you manifest anything you want . I get a revolutionary vibe . It's finally time to end the toxic patterns . If you were going back to something that no longer serves you , you are going to drop it for your good ! . You are going to bounce back so hard they will be surprised how good you have become , they also might become envious , but who cares . You do you Queen .
A shuffled song for you :
🔮Pile 4 :
Chains burn when changes come
Roads are open for wherever you wanna go
Cut the crap's
Silver lining in your eyes
Secrets stay secrets this time
Look at you flustered bride red wine
Cheaters will find it hard
To touch your silohette
Work starts for progression
Don't wait start it tonight
You'll never loose
In my eyes .
You are letting go of stagnancy , maybe you felt like you were trapped in your home , but it's time to realise it's you , i see people going to cafes alone truly believing solitude is a bliss , doing things alone finally realising that a person alone is a person powerful . You also might be going places very soon . Whatever others think screw it. You have finally found hope in hopeless times . If you had problems with your relationships and probably wanted to keep it a secret , this will be favouring you. Someone is going to party a lot . Someone is going to be married to the love of their life . Also if someone was cheating it will come to light and you are no longer attracting any toxic people . I think you used to feel weird emotions or feel numb when you were making love , you will feel pleasure from now on . If you are about to start a business , it's a confirmation so go for it . You could actually start anything , the results will be in your favour . If you think you aren't confident or have a feeling that you will lose , it's not that way and it's only for the better . You're going to feel very jovial .
A shuffled song for you :
That's all I had to offer , hope you enjoyed it 💗.
Yes and if you relate to something else and have some other interpretation go with it .
Have a great day/ night 🪄✨.
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#pick a card#pick a card reading#pick a pile#intuitive reading#tarot community#pick an image#pick a deck#Spotify
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So, I stopped liveblogging after a bit, because I just got absolutely lost in the EVERYTHING that was the OMORI Concert, but holy SHIT. What did everyone think of it? Any favorite pieces???
As I previously mentioned, "Trouble NEVER/ALWAYS" leading into "You Were Wrong. Go Back." was NUTS. The way that the orchestra made it so hype, you'd really think it was the introduction of an evil galactic overlord, rather than some guy throwing a tantrum after his girlfriend broke up with him, haha!
I can not emphasize enough how their rendition of "Trees..." tremendously altered my perception of the song. I liked it a lot before, really, but it wasn't particularly moving to me- just peaceful. This version of the song was so. wow. I struggle to find words for it. Same with "Sugar Star Planetarium" right afterwards. Fucking. Gorgeous.
Also putting "Just Leave Me Alone" and the rest of which I shall now call the Hooligans Suite, as they meshed it together in such an epic and cohesive way, after "Where We Used to Play" was just diabolical. I FELL OUT OF MY SEAT I WAS SO SURPRISED BY THE LOUDNESS, LOL. Speaking of the "Hooligans Suite" the guitarists just. URGH I LOVE THEM. This concert was way more metal than I expected, and I LOVED IT. The entire "Just Leave Me Alone"-"Cram It Wad"-"It Means Everything" was insanely epic, I felt like my heart stopped. Just like Space Boyfriend's theme, using the other Hooligans pieces as buildup to the main boss theme was so, so good. Did Aubrey and her gang such justice, like. I just felt so happy for my girl.
And then they put "Home for Flowers (Empty)" right afterwards, lol. If anyone's curious about how I looked after that sudden mood shift:
I'm now thoroughly on board of loving World's End Valentine now, because the instrumentation hurts my head less now, with this version, haha.
I am ADMITTEDLY a bit bummed that they didn't perform "Poems in the Fog" and "Forest Frenzy," as I can visualize Music Engine's style for those pieces so well, and I know it would be soooo beautifulll... but oh well...
I'm plesantly surprised that "Swirly 1000x" made the cut!! Very underrated piece, only used for one fight but godDAMN does it hit hard. The guitar 🎸🎸oncccee agaiiin. Crazy.
Also I knowwww it's not the most amazing piece in the world, but the jazz section of The Last Resort could have opened so cool with "Hanging With the Boys" right before that, but it's alright, I'm not gonna lose sleep over it.
The way I laughed when they jumpscared us with the organ for the first time because GoldenVengence was important enough as to demand the need for such a stately instrument, lol!
Can we talk about the clarinet in "Underwater Highway" because oooooghhh bleeeeh dead upon impact. It was so wonderful.... I love that piece already, but they made the descending notes so magical, and tranisitioned into "Squall" so beautifully.
You know what I AM gonna lose sleep over? THEY DIDN'T INCLUDE "H20:HCL" in the underwater section!! That piece is so beautiful... 😭😭
I think I blacked out and entered a trance-like state with everything from "See You Tomorrow" to "Truth." Somewhere within that period, wine and a tissue box appeared magically at my side, lmfao. Small comment in the midst of everything else that was That Section of the concert, but I'm so glad they kept "Gone," because that piece is so necessary for me, within that whole climactic sequence. It just oozes catharsis, it HAS to be included, no matter what.
But yeah anyway, "See You Tomorrow" and "Crossroads" just emanates the warmth of evening in summer. Those songs are laced with something magical, because I can see the orange of sunset so palpably in my mind's eye whenever I hear those pieces. Sweat on my skin, old t-shirts with fruit juice stains on them, other kids shrieking in the streets, being afraid of my neighbor's loud dog, getting pricked by thorns after walking into the forest- that's what those songs sound like to me. I don't get too nostalgic for the past much, but those songs make me feel like I'm a kid again. This rendition captured them perfectly.
Also wow, Basil, I see you and "A Home for Flowers (Daisy)" in the orchestral version, sounding like you jumped directly out of a Ghibli movie. I see you. T_T
Ha-ha-ha when the lights dimmed during "You Must Carry On" I didn't start freaking out at all..ha-ha-ha. What? I would never break out into goosepimples and jitters. Ha-ha-ha. Full body shakes who? I don't know her.
When "OMORI" started playing, a few others in the house who had never played the game and knew little to nothing about it stopped talking amongst themselves and came to watch the TV. It's THAT POIGNANT. I'll be honest, I love love love "DUET" as much as the next OMORI fan, but the song that makes me cry upon hearing it every time was never DUET, it was this one. DUET is a warm resurgance and appreciation for the things left behind, with a slight twinge of regret. "OMORI" is just pure, raw pain. And the string section didn't let me forget ittt hahahaha.
Tears were shed, people (me) were shaking, etc. etc. THANK YOU KAWAI KOTA for your amazing work in acting as Sunny's role amonst the violinists and concertmaster, your solo violin work and passion fully recaptured my feeling of playing the game for the first time, biting my nails with anticipation and heartache at whatever was happening next. Same goes to Kawamura Noriko for her work on piano, just... aaaaaaa!
Also bo en jumpscare!!! I love and respect that one individual in the audience who yelled "hands...!" during "My Time." It's honestly cruel for live orchestra to have the rule of "be silent during the performance!" because I would've had a vein popping if I was there from wanting to sing along so bad. I MEAN. IT'S *THE* SONG. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SING ALONG TO IT. Lucky for me, I was at home, and got to tipsily sing along to the lyrics from muscle memory, lmao.
I was expecting the choir that I saw filing into view to be for "My Time" that ended up playing later anyway- "Tee-hee Time" was a welcome surprise and amazingly epic!
Anyway that's about it from the top of mt head at the moment!! Please yell at me about what you thought of the concert- I stayed up late, went to sleep, got up again, and am still vibrating about it, lol! This has been the best part of my year so far- no joke.
ALSO WOOO OMORI MANGA. Can't wait for ENG translations- if this adaptation gives Sunny more explicit character voice, I'm not going to shut up about it ever. I won't shut up about it anyway, but I'll be not-shut-upping about it even more.
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Thoughts of Doll Hypnovember Day 7
Post part (or all, it it's short) of a poem that you've memorized.
AHEM
"I think that I shall never see
a billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all."
-- Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash might just be my favorite poet, because most of what he wrote was short, dependent on wordplay, and quite funny. I think I memorized the above poem when I was around 8 years old, and it's never left me.
Here is another funny one (don't blink or you'll miss it) -
"The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other milk."
And a not funny one, to balance things out.
"People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when…
People watch with unshocked eyes;
But the old men know when an old man dies."
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It’s my birthday, share me a poem you really like! Here’s one of my faves:
BY E. E. CUMMINGS
as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
—long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame
as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men’s hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
—long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung
or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common’s rare and millstones float
—long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late
worms are the words but joy’s the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
—time is a tree(this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough
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Whumptober Day 2:
"I'll call out your name, but you won't call back."
Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you."
Fandom: ATLA (AU)
Prompt used: Title, Delirium, "they don't care about you."
Alright this ones short cause I rewrote it like three times… anywho, have some light Zuko angst. I'm gearing up for a little more intensity in day three so 😬. Beating up in first paragraph tw!
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Another punch, right beneath his ribs, has bloody spittle flying from his mouth, choked air being the only sound accompanying the motion. He refuses to give them that satisfaction, to show that weakness here, they can beat him bloody and blue, but Zuko was once a crown prince, he's been through far worse than this.
Fire licks at his ankles, an angry yell filling the air.
"Why do you protect them? What? It's not like they like you. They don't care about you. Why do you think they haven't come? You offered them an escape and they took it, each and every one of them. You are a Fire Bender Zuko, a Prince- Banished or not- you are alone. Tell me where the Avatar and the traitors went, and your misery can be over." Zhao has a crazed look in his eye, fire sparking across his finger tips.
Zuko doesn't answer, spitting a glob of blood at the Admirals feet instead. It earns him an angry kick that has him finally falling to his knees, but he grins up anyway like he's won. Zhao can't seem to realize that Zuko knows they won't come. He's not worth it, Zuko knows this, all of what Zhao says. But they're all safe, and that was Zuko's priority.
Zhao, seemingly fed up with Zuko's silence, waves a dismissive hand and the guard behind him knocks his weapon over Zuko's head, hard. The world fades around him, and he welcomes the momentary peace of the darkness.
"You know Zuko, the writer of Love Amongst Dragons also wrote my least favorite poem."
His mothers stare is blank, sitting under the shadows of their tree, staring across the pond. Across her cheek is a bruise, uncovered but remnants of makeup still visible. Curled into her side, Azula sleeps, eyebrows furrowed. Zuko makes a noise to indicate his attention, trying not to ruin whatever this moment is.
"Always pointing out what I lack
I can never tell your aim
It's not just your bags you pack
And I'll never be the same
Life on the rack
I'll call out your name
But you won't call back."
She pauses, but the poem seems to ring out in the following silence.
"Do you know why it's my least favorite Zuko?" She answers before he can, "I always wanted true love… this poem, written by the same writer of my favorite play, reminds me to find the good." At this, she cups his cheek gently, careful not to disturb his sister, "You two. I hope you two can find love and happiness someday. Promise me, you'll never let anger rule you."
And Zuko, well how could he say anything else,
"I promise."
Zuko wakes with his mothers voice in his ears, and her hand in his hair, Azula's soft breaths filling the gaps. The performing frog and turtle duck are odd, and very dramatic, is that really the voices they'd have?? Zuko can only watch them idly, too tired to truly decipher if the animals before him exist or not.
"...won't call back!" The turtle duck strikes a dramatic pose, tragically dejected.
Huh… is… that what Zuko was doing? His mother told him to find happiness, so in his banishment, he'd turned a new leaf. His crew were basically pirates now, and they were actually helping the Avatar. He was doing good, but he supposed it was over now. He'd be taken back to his Father and punished for crimes against the throne, probably never see the light of day again.
"You shall not reign any longer!" With a weird sun behind the Frog, he goes down with a downward strike of the Turtle Ducks wing.
The thump of the frog is echoed by a louder thump that moves the surface beneath his cheek. His sight moves up slowly, blurry and doubled- the animals continue out his peripheral- to find a figure doing something at the cell door. They're not in red, rather tones of blue and gray, though he lets his sight fall again when his head throbs. It feels like he has two bad eyes, and the throbbing ache at the back of his skull is doing him no favors. He decides to go back to the animals, its easier.
It's only when feet go through the performance that he's reminded of the whole thing. Something hisses above him, and then theres a delicate touch at his nape,
"Hey buddy, we're gonna get you out of here. Your sister is scaring the guards now, and her friends are clearing a path, and the others are waiting at Oppa to get ya to your ship. Just uh… yeah let's move nice and slow."
"But da 'urtle du' isnt f'nished yet."
"... well, they can finish later."
"M'kay."
#whumptober 2023#no.2#“I'll call out your name but you wont call back”#Delirium#they dont care about you#atla#avatar the last airbender#fic#blood tw#beating tw#zuko angst#halucination#turtle duck#zukos mom#i did a poem thing kinda#abuse mentions
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Some poems I’ve written over the past two years
The Fragile Geisha
I bump into the wooden bookshelf,
And instinctively grab
For the mug at its top, painted with
A scarlet-robed geisha.
The clattering of ceramic skin against oak
Fails to disturb her, and despite the danger
Her eyes remain closed,
Her expression calm.
The arrow she holds pointed towards
The floor that nearly destroyed her.
The same as the last night we drank,
Together,
Of green tea and the moon.
A cheap teapot had whistled, and as I ran,
The old wooden floor
Creaked in complaint.
Despite the chilly autumnal wind, the water
Seemed hotter than normal.
As if it wished to warm
The rest of the aging house as well.
I filled her mug to the brim,
A trickling stream
Scorching ceramic skin
As it mixed with powder and leaves.
And I waited for her to prepare the tea
Under the moon's light.
Deus Ex Machina
Whirring, Ticking
The ancient machine activates
Intent on granting
An old man's dying wish.
“Eternal Prosperity”
Would come at the cost of too many
For mankind to reach!
Set on a path that leads to
Self-destruction,
They’ve forgotten
His first wish, his reason
To bring the machine,
The mechanical god
To life long ago.
To bring a young girl
Who'd perished long ago
Back to her father's side.
Wishing for decades, he forgot
The face of the one who drove him;
If only he knew!
She'd never fallen, and returned
Changed, but alive.
If he would only look in her eyes
One final time,
He’d know his wish was granted...
Unexpected Downpour
I open my mouth, but not a word flows out.
What can I say? How can it be done right?
I’m just not sure.
One thousand words pour through my mind,
But which to choose? And what to ignore?
It’s all too much.
I close, leaving my torrential thoughts behind.
You’ll never know the words I cast aside.
Perhaps I should apologize,
For being too afraid of what could be
And whether you’d understand.
Or perhaps it’s better left unsaid.
The storm within my mind rages on,
And my lovely day is ruined by rain.
Star-Crossed Midnight
The clock ticks on,
Gears turning along,
As moonlight shines through the pane.
And there I sit,
Letting blankets shift,
As I enjoy the ending of day.
The blackened sky
Holds stars snuffed out by lights
From the streets so far below.
How I wish that I could see
That vast tapestry
Of glimmering sparks above;
Those eternal lights
Piercing through twilight
In the forest I once had called home.
But the cold, dark skies
Of this peaceful night
Are everything the city knows.
And as I rest,
It feels like the clock slows.
The Sakura Tree
A thousand flowers bloom,
But each will find their doom,
In one week, countless petals
That shall wilt far too soon.
Blossoms holding tiny lives
That will fade before my eyes,
And I wonder if this really is how
Things are meant to be.
Are all such beautiful things
Destined to merely fade away?
Only my memories keeping them
From disappearing into the gray?
If only I could hold them close
And keep each one alive;
Perhaps by my fervent wish
These blooms may yet cease to die.
But in a way, I suppose
There is a point to all this death;
It is in this fragile artistry
That these flowers are their best.
So I’ll let each life continue on
And someday disappear.
I’ll enjoy their fleeting grace and charm
Until they bloom again next year.
Impulsive Desire
When you’re seventeen, and in love
with that boy you hooked up with last month
who always smiles and laughs at your jokes
no matter how bad they are,
do you really get into
that cheap car your dad bought you
and drive over to that one kid
who says they’ll give you a tattoo?
Do you hand them a quick sketch,
and a couple of names,
and ask for your love to be memorialized
in blood and black ink?
You’re so smitten, at the moment,
you don’t even consider how
in a few years, you’ll be over him
and wishing the oath on your arm could be erased.
And sure, it could. But then
you’d have to think about it:
the words he’d said that night,
and how you’d thought you could devote yourself at seventeen.
History has a way of catching up
no matter what you do;
but such brazen, impulsive acts
keep it from having to move at all.
You fueled your fire with bloodstained ink.
Now, though it’s burnt out, the cinders always remain.
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✦ ›› 𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ◤ 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 ◥
❝ they will write stories about us, about our love; they will recount how we came to be together in poem and song bards will envy our love, for they could never string the words to express it, ❞ she whispers, chin resting against her knee, bright gaze upon the blue moon. the chill air turns her voice to mist, carrying each word away to mingle amongst the falling snow, and farther still beyond the castle's highest walls. perhaps among the trees that were once full of birds, and those meadowlands vibrant with flowers. come spring, would her words find home in the brilliant blossoms, carried in the song of the birds in the trees? ❝ do you think, ❞ she continues, ❝ he will listen? ❞
would the child born of her love, of their love, hear her voice among all that she had left behind? all those honeyed memories of a gentler time, a gilded yesteryear. tales of her great strength, her surprising gentleness. would he hear tale of how she oft snuck out of her bedroom to witness the world beyond the great castle, sneaking around beneath its grand shadow to run off with her whipping boy to play in those areas which no fae had set foot in since the founding of the Valley. would he hear how she oft grasped Lilia's hand and pulled him along when she sought out Levan so they might spy on the pale hounds of Annwn?
would he hear tale of how, swept up in emotion, Lilia did so swear his love to her? that before Levan he so asked for her hand! and how she did laugh ... how she could not wed him, but still she loved him. still she gave heart to him. other details of their love, those he needn't know. needn't know that heart and body were given to him, just as they were given to Levan.
and that Levan, too, loved Lilia. that he accepted him as readily as first love.
❝ when he grows, shall he see what I have left for him? will he see the forests, the flowers in their fields ... ❞
or would he come to find a land which had turned ashes of the flowers in the fields, and silenced the birds in their trees? would he grow to hear only the stories of danger, fearless attacks ... a loss so great it clouds all hope for the dawn.
if she could, she would have liked to keep such a fate from transpiring. would have liked to be at his side long into his young life. to witness his first steps as a hatchling, and eventually, his first steps when he had enough control to take on a human shape. she would like to hear his laugh, to witness his phantom smile. she would have liked to stand by his side for just a little longer until she had to pass on the crown once she was certain he would not fall beneath the weight of it.
❝ please know I love you, Malleus. ❞
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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
‘Tree’, By Joyce Kilmer
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Well, in case you were wondering how things are going, we’re giving machetes to plants.
The only thing that can stop a bad plant with a knife is good plant with a knife.
“I will cut you, fool-- bitch better have my money” -- a poinsettia.
“I think that I shall never see. A poem lovely as a tree” Me: “is a plant making you say this? Blink twice if you ran into a pack of Hydrangea‘s hopped up on the goof-dust.”
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* 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒕. 35
change however necessary.
“Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.”
“Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.”
“A woman’s best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.”
“All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.”
“If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.”
“In politics, it is necessary either to betray one’s country or the electorate. I prefer to betray the electorate.”
“Corporations cannot commit treason, or be outlawed or excommunicated, for they have no souls.”
“The best way to keep your friends is not to give them away.”
“Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.”
“The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.”
“The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.”
“For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold or silver.”
“As the poet said, ‘Only God can make a tree’—probably because it’s so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.”
“Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky, we fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness.”
“Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other’s company. Only a few love to be alone.”
“Trees cause more pollution than automobiles.”
“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way. As a man is, so he sees.”
“The best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago, the second best time is now.”
“The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.”
“The planting of trees is the least self-centered of all that we can do. It is a purer act of faith than the procreation of children.”
“When eating a fruit, think of the person who planted the tree.”
“The axe forgets what the tree remembers.”
“No tree falls on the first stroke.”
“When a tree is falling, everyone cries, down with it!”
“When the big tree falls, the goat eats its leaves.”
“From a fallen tree, all make kindling.”
“When the axe came into the forest the trees all said, ‘Well, at least the handle is one of us.’”
“In a moment the ashes are made, but the forest is a long time growing.”
“Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names streets after them.”
“I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things to do.”
“Nobody, as long as moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble.”
“If you will call your troubles experiences, and remember that everybody experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow vigorous and happy, however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.”
“She would take any amount of trouble to avoid trouble.”
“That’s what stoicism is: the avoidance of bother when bother’s the other option.”
“Few things help an individual more than to place responsibility upon him and to let him know that you trust him.”
“Put not your trust in money, but put your money in trust.”
“Never trust a man who speaks well of everybody.”
“Never trust a man who, when left alone in a room with a tea-cozy, doesn’t try it on.”
“Nothing is too wonderful to be true.”
“The Truth shall make you free.”
“Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad.”
“There is nothing more likely to drive a man mad than an obstinate, constitutional preference for the true to the agreeable.”
“Truth is for the minority.”
“Never tell the truth to those unworthy of it.”
“There are no whole truths; all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.”
“Truth is eternal, knowledge is changeable. It is a disastrous to confuse them.”
“One must explore deep and believe the incredible to find the new particles of truth floating in an ocean of insignificance.”
“As scarce as the truth is, the supply has always been in excess of the demand.”
“The exact contrary of what is generally believed is often the truth.”
“In war, Truth is the first casualty.”
“Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the Gods.”
“No man is likely to have arrived at complete and final truth on any subject whatsoever.”
“Truth always originates in a minority of one, and every custom begins as a broken precedent.”
“The high-minded man must care more for the truth than for what people think.”
“Truth is the daughter of search.”
“Truth is a woman. One must not use force with her.”
“The smallest atom of truth represents some man’s bitter toil and agony. For every ponderable chunk of it there is a brave truth-seeker’s grave upon some lonely ash-dump of a soul roasting in hell.”
“No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth.”
“None attains to the Degree of Truth until a thousand honest people have testified that he is a heretic.”
“Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of men of old; seek what they sought.”
“There is nothing so powerful as truth—and often nothing so strange.”
“Why shouldn’t truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.”
“There is no a priori reason for supposing that the truth, when it is discovered, will necessarily prove interesting.”
“Give me fruitful error any time, full of seeds, bursting with its own corrections. You can keep your sterile truth for yourself.”
“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.”
“Truth is the daughter of time, not of authority.”
“The terrible thing about the quest for truth is that you find it.”
“Follow not truth too near the heels, lest it dash out thy teeth.”
“Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.”
“Ugliness is a point of view: an ulcer is wonderful to a pathologist.”
“I hate ugliness. You know I’m allergic to ugliness.”
“I never saw an ugly thing in my life.”
“I do not feel I have wisdom enough yet to love what is ugly.”
“There is no such thing as an ugly woman. However, there is such a thing as not enough vodka.”
“I am a lone monk walking the world with a leaky umbrella.”
“All men are equal—all men, that is to say, who possess umbrellas.”
“He was so benevolent, so merciful a man that, in his mistaken passion, he would have held an umbrella over a duck in a shower of rain.”
“My goal is simple. It is a complete understanding of the universe, why it is as it is and why it exists at all.”
“Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.”
“All those who do not understand will be damned.”
“The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax.”
“The hardest thing to understand is why we can understand anything at all.”
“If one is master of one thing and understands one thing well, one has insight into and understanding of many things.”
“When I have clarified and exhausted a subject, then I turn away from it, in order to go into darkness again.”
“Only one man ever understood me, and he didn’t understand me.”
“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”
“If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.”
“Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?”
“The effort to understand the universe is one of the very few things that lifts human life a little above the level of farce, and gives it some of the grace of tragedy.”
“Every grain of sand, every tip of a leaf, even an atom, contains the entire universe. Conversely, the universe can be perceived as the tip of a leaf.”
“Not I but the world says it: All is one.”
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