
The vastest things are those we may not learn,
We are not taught to die, nor to be born,
Nor how to burn
With love.
How pitiful is our enforced return
To those small things we are the masters of.
~ Mervyn Peake

The vastest things are those we may not learn,
We are not taught to die, nor to be born,
Nor how to burn
With love.
How pitiful is our enforced return
To those small things we are the masters of.
~ Mervyn Peake
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That’s a great photo
You’ll recognize the subject, of course.
Hey Ian, dig the blog. I hope that you sometimes get paid for your thoughts.
Freelance at all?
Anyways, well done.
Thanks, Saxon. I have managed to put my English degree to some use with regard to employment, but I’ve never really pursued freelance work – mostly due to overwhelming, habitual slothfulness.
Hmm. I may just have fallen in love with your blog.
A profession of love? Thank you.