While I don't see you, I don't shed a tear
I never lose my senses when you're near,
But, with our meetings few and far between
There's something missing, waiting to be seen.
Is there a name for what I'm thinking of?
Are we just friends? Or should I call this love?
© Uncertainty, by Adam Mickiewicz
"Do you think that I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?"
the Doctor, Doctor Who.
One year in the mid-seventies, the University of Regina's Anarchist Party ran a frozen turkey as their candidate for president of the student council. And won. (Student government for that year consisted of weekly general meetings open to all students and motions decided by majority vote, over which the turkey presided.) At the end of the year, the Anarchists cooked and ate their president.
In a philosophy final exam, the оnly question оn the test was "Why?". While students scribbled furiously to answer the question, оne student finished in seconds, handed in his paper, got a perfect score, and walked out. His answer? "Why not?"
How do you kill a God?
Aphrodite laughs, head tossed back with stars in her hair, ‘We are immortal. We are ageless. We will never die.’
How do you kill a God?
Hera sighs, ‘You rob them of love and loyalty. They will be alone and unhappy, and eternity will seem like a punishment, but it is not death.’
How do you kill a God?
Zeus declares, rather confidently, ‘You deny them their power. Poseidon nods his head in agreement. ‘They will be weak and defeated, perhaps even chopped up into pieces, but it is not death.’
How do you kill a God?
Apollo closes his eyes. ‘You strip them of their senses. Their eyes, and they cease to see. Their ears, and they are rendered silent. They will be in the dark, conscious and cut off for millennium, but it is not death.’
How do you kill a God?
Hades whispers, though still his voice carries, ‘With another God. An immortal for an immortal. Era for an Era. A celestial being to strip another’s soul. He pauses, the rest are silent. ‘A God for a God.’
© L.H.Z // How do you kill a God?
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.’
© John Greenleaf Whittier, Maud Muller
“Even when I am alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.”
© L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams
In some other life
We are standing
Side by side and
Laughing that, in
Some other life
We are apart.
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