Void Goblin @Demonsthenes13@goblin.camp

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKaIkbgyhU8

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there,

"To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp edges of what is most commonly praised. And sometimes its invisibility is a blessing. Swamps and bogs are places of transition and wild growth, breeding grounds, experimental labs where organisms and ideas have the luxury of being out of the spotlight, where the imagination can mutate and mate, send tendrils into and out of the water."

“SOWING LIGHTNING

Seize
Bolts of lightning from the sky
And plant them in fields of life.

They will grow like tender sprouts of fire.
Charge somber thoughts
With unexpected flash,
You, my lightning in the soil!”
― Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry

Dusk deepened into night. Around Gatlin the corn rustled and whispered secretly. It was well pleased.

"Sometimes one has suffered enough to have the right to never say: I am too happy" ~ Alexandre Dumas (The Black Tulip)

“The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that things are not mended again.”
― Alan Paton, Cry, The Beloved Country

Aaron's Party got dark

“Invisible things are the only realities.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Loss of Breath

*gets up to announce, "I know a Spot!" but then realizes we were probably not talking about puppy play enthusiasts and sits down awkwardly disappointed*