sanity

Ruin is a gift;
Ruin is the road to transformation. 

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time

SO YOU RUN AND YOU RUN
TO CATCH UP WITH THE SUN
BUT IT'S SINKING
RACING AROUND TO COME
UP BEHIND YOU AGAIN.
THE SUN IS THE SAME
IN A RELATIVE WAY,
BUT YOU'RE OLDER

Batman

"Either you die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become a villain"

Fifth dimension

Nature

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more.

- Lord Byron

Helplessness blues

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking, I'd say I'd rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me

But I don't, I don't know what that will be
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

What's my name, what's my station, oh, just tell me what I should do
I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you
Or bow down and be grateful and say "sure, take all that you see"
To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls and determine my future for me

And I don't, I don't know who to believe
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable often I barely can speak
Yeah I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself
What good is it to sing helplessness blues, why should I wait for anyone else?

And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf
I'll come back to you someday soon myself

Fleet Foxes – Helplessness Blues

Sugar, the other white powder...

The Wall

 

Don't be another brick in the wall

Sins of my youth

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

William Blake

Doors

Where you see a wall, 

I see a door