Touching the void
Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.
MICHAEL STEWART
MICHAEL STEWART
Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.
Man is a god in ruins who has forgotten his own divinity.
The Winter Palace sleeps in a cold blue dawn of stillness. Oh that it could sleep forever like this, frozen in time. Hard is the soil. Still is the air Gentle the sky And when the morning breaks that it should stay undisturbed. Oh morning do not come and bring your horror. But morning broke…
There is only one path. For good or bad these are the lives we choose.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is…
Every action changes our fate.