The dead travel fast.
The day a good woman will have to undergo such indignity is almost past. We will not have to suffer, our children to starve and freeze and die dishonored on cold hills. We will not be hungry forever. We will rise.
The creatures of the night. What music they make.
The angel seeks the light, the beast seeks the dark.
The ancient egyptian religions were unique in a way. They had a singular goal. Not transmutation to an afterlife, but something even more profound, eternal life.
Repetition is the bane of sensationalism.
Photographs are so ironically impermanent. They capture one moment in time to perfection. A painting can capture eternity.
People are better than we think.
Passion will undo the best of us and lead only to tragedy. It’s ever thus for those who care so deeply.
None of us are heroes.
No matter the language, the drama always ends the same way. The curtain falls on a stage bedecked with bodies and there is nothing but silence. And death holds all dominion.
Nature is to be hunted.
