"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf

08 March 2017


Gruner, Nocturne, 1921

The night is darkening round me, 
The wild winds coldly blow; 
But a tyrant spell has bound me, 
And I cannot, cannot go. 

The giant trees are bending 
Their bare boughs weighed with snow; 
The storm is fast descending, 
And yet I cannot go. 

Clouds beyond clouds above me, 
Wastes beyond wastes below; 
But nothing drear can move me; 

Emily Brontë

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