thisquietreverie:
Miserable City: He slowly but surely is beginning to feel like a thing
thisquietreverie:
Violence is harmony from the sum of all the parts
thisquietreverie:
The Harvesters and the Harvest/death instinct
thisquietreverie:
The Good Knight
thisquietreverie:
sin multiplies, it metastasies like cancer cells
thisquietreverie:
Great indeed, we confess, is the mystery of our religion
thisquietreverie:
dulled concern for human feelings
thisquietreverie:
tongues of art spoke to me to master the art of dying well
thisquietreverie:
displace all knowledge onto machines, one's eventual executioner
thisquietreverie:
trumpets cannot be given to the seven angels
thisquietreverie:
festivities among primitives