Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow, The small raine down can raine. Cryst, if my love were in my armes And I in my bedde again!
Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow,
The small raine down can raine.
Cryst, if my love were in my armes
And I in my bedde again!
Evil isn't an army that besieges a city from outside the walls. It is a native of the city. It…
...scientific theory is a contrived foothold in the chaos of living phenomena.
Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists, when you can ignore them like wise men?