Monday, October 31, 2016

When Mother Nature makes you her enemy the Angel of Death comes as a friend

Mother Nature is violent and a struggle. Death is peace.
"Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death."
– Walt Whitman
When Mother Nature makes you her enemy the Angel of Death comes as a friend.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Come, Friend, you too must die.

“Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.” ― Homer, The Iliad