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15 Jan 2003, 22:16
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High up.......
.......in the North in the land called Svithjod, there stands a rock. It is a hundred miles high and a hundred miles wide. Once every thousand years a little bird comes to this rock to sharpen it's beak.
When the rock has thus been worn away, then a single day of eternity will have gone by.
(Below you posts images that you find inspiring, majestic, magnificent, hilarious, entertaining, explanatory......)
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15 Jan 2003, 22:20
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\0/ <----says it all really doesn't he
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I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which i'm dying
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15 Jan 2003, 22:42
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Join Date: Jun 2001
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I was just going to post the end paragraph but the whole verse has the same effect on me. Oh btw its nice to see a different van Loon quote. Everyone else uses that damn stock market one.
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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu.
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
--Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed' und leer das Meer.
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15 Jan 2003, 23:08
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What's the mass of the bird, and other relevant data?
Just trying to work out what the rotation period of the universe must be...
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15 Jan 2003, 23:14
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Quote:
Originally posted by Cyp
What's the mass of the bird, and other relevant data?
Just trying to work out what the rotation period of the universe must be...
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There are only dancers, and the dance. The dance is all there is: from whirl of quarks to wheel of galaxies, all is motion.
All is dance.
All is.
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15 Jan 2003, 23:21
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"We had two bags of grass, seventy five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi coloured uppers, downers, screamers, laughers...... and also a quart of tequillaa quart of rum, a case of budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls."
-Hunter S Thompson
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Co-incedently, also my oscar speech
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