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"I honor Thee, Autumn Queen, and Thy consort, the God of the Harvest. The Wheel has once more turned, and the change of season begins. What will be is. What was will be. The Equinox is upon us, and the time to reflect, at hand. All time comes together, here and now in this sacred space. And I, but a moment in time, feel the change as I pass From one season to the next.The Second Harvest has been reaped, and the time of rest is deserved.

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“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,

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"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."

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“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

I'm working on site today for the first time in weeks and have discovered that nature is reclaiming our offices.

Do not try and scramble the resolution. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth. There is no resolution.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up - you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

~Alexander Pushkin

Here in Chile we used to call fascists «chupa picos» (“cock suckers”), until people realised that’s there’s nothing wrong with sucking dick, so people started calling them «chupa lumas» (“baton suckers”), which is more hilarious in my opinion.

If you ever need to insult a fascist, call them «fasho culiao chupa lumas!» (“you fucking baton sucking fash!”) :3

“Put a man on the brink of the abyss and - in the unlikely event that he doesn't fall into it - he will become a mystic or a madman... Which is probably the same thing!”
― Apostolos Doxiadis

"They lead us to the abyss, which, as it happens, is the only place where the antidote can be found.”
― Roberto Bolaño

tfw when you try to visit Miss Wilkes and the house screams "AFRICA!" at you... :kirby_walk:

"In Life is Death, and in Death is Life. The Sacred Dance goes on and on From whence we came, we shall return, And come again. Seasons pass, and pass again, The circle stays unbroken Heed the words of your child, here, Through Your wisdom I have spoken."

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