“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”
– Arthur C. Clarke
“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”
– Arthur C. Clarke
When the sun shines, I think of those I've loved and lost. They are still there, As every beam that warms my face Is a tender touch of their hand. Every glimmer on the water Reflects their sparkling eyes, Still looking fondly into mine. The smiles spread by the sunlight’s glow Come straight from their blessed hearts. Yes, when the sun shines I don’t miss them quite so much.
“What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.”
-Albert Pike
On this day, it is a time to remember all of those who have given their lives so that we can live ours. That is why this week’s quote is going to be this poem, one of the great first world war poems, ‘In Flander’s Fields’.
By John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
Flicker fast, little light,
Through the gaps in the trees,
Headache pangs, twitching eyes,
Rough motions bring unease.
Vertical becomes flat
In the blur, whizzing through,
Focus gone, dizzy head,
Feeling woozy, spewing soon.
Not long now, Chunder Guts,
Three more stops, only three.
Carriage sways, to and fro,
Fro and to, like the sea.
Glimpsing sights, blotchy shapes,
Don’t black out, worse inside,
Organs churn in their cage,
Stuffy guts, get outside.
Loo’s too far, paper bag,
Saliva forms, panting quick,
Bile rises, head constricts,
Vomit time, travel sick.
“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”
– T. S. Eliot
“Inaction breeds doubt and fear. Action breeds confidence and courage. If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy.”
– Dale Carnegie