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Invincible Under The Sun
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These are the times that try men's souls


Forwards ≠ endorsement
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Lest you turn and fight, there shan't be any beaches to retreat to...
Good fences make good neighbors.
The most appropriate type of daily life for me was a day-by-day world destruction; peace was the most difficult and abnormal state to live in.
If a person would understand either the Odyssey or any other ancient work, he must never look at the dead without seeing the living in them, nor at the living without thinking of the dead. We are too fond of seeing the ancients as one thing and the moderns as another.
- Samuel Butler
How did a wretch like you even make it this far?
Forwarded from The Way Down
when you forget to clear backblast area
Forwarded from Aesthetic (Seydlitz)
Yeah? You and what army?
The sky ain't always the limit.
How many stories have ended early because someone else shot first?
"If a person survives an ordinary span of sixty years or more, there is every chance that his or her life as a shapely story has ended and all that remains to be experienced is the epilogue. Life is not over, but the story is."

KURT VONNEGUT, Deadeye Dick
Forwarded from Cecils things that he likes (Cecil)
Forwarded from Aesthetic (Lehmann)
HE TEACHETH MY HANDS TO WAR
fui quod es, eris quod sum
If I leave this Earth tonight, may it be said that I spoke my peace. I spoke with the wrath of His grace.
The world will, in the end, follow only those who have despised as well as served it.
Forwarded from Corpse World Monologues
Words that everyone once used are now obsolete, and so are the men whose names were once on everyone's lips: Camillus, Caeso, Volesus, Dentatus, and to a lesser degree Scipio and Cato, and yes, even Augustus, Hadrian, and Antoninus are less spoken of now than they were in their own days. For all things fade away, become the stuff of legend, and are soon buried in oblivion. Mind you, this is true only for those who blazed once like bright stars in the firmament, but for the rest, as soon as a few clods of earth cover their corpses, they are 'out of sight, out of mind.' In the end, what would you gain from everlasting remembrance? Absolutely nothing. So what is left worth living for? This alone: justice in thought, goodness in action, speech that cannot deceive, and a disposition glad of whatever comes, welcoming it as necessary, as familiar, as flowing from the same source and fountain as yourself.

+ Meditations, Marcus Aurelius; IV. 33
I think it's safe to say I lost myself in there for awhile. The darkness was thick and miserable. I remember the sense of movement out there, the sense of something close.
Sure as mercy was a myth in all the worlds there ever were,
we'll send a curious insurgent to an early sepulcher.