All are born with halters round their necks

Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe. “All is vanity.” ALL.

Read several books recently that thematically fit with a study of spatial eschatology — the world is always ending somewhere

all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago

Love to witness cars sailing through the air due to the new traffic calming measures in my neighborhood

millions of mixed shades and shadows, drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries

Ah, God! what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire. He sleeps with clenched hands; and wakes with his own bloody nails in his palms. Moby-Dick, The Chart

Sir Ian McKellen performing a monologue from Shakespeare’s Sir Thomas More on the Stephen Colbert show. Never have I heard this monologue performed with such a keen sense of prescience. Nor have I ever been in this exact historical moment.TY Sir Ian, for reaching us once again. #Pinks #ProudBlue

Highlighting the speaker who stood in front of the Surprise mayor and told him to consider what the Mayor of Ohrdruf must’ve thought before he died by suicide: “He might have thought ‘how is this my fault I had no jurisdiction over this’ maybe he said ‘this site was not subject to local zoning.’”

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Zdeněk’s left arm turns out to be a modified ZB-26 Czech light machine gun, with the magazine built into his shoulder. “This is one of the maby earthly variants of Azrael, the Angel of Death,” he informs Csongor, “a Jew less forgiving than some you may have hoped to come across, who has been…

In solidarity with today's ICE OUT OF MINNESOTA blackout, MinnMax is donating $1 to the Immigrant Law Center of Minnesota for every share of this Bluesky post for the next hour.

As luck would have it, an ice fisherman happens to’ve just augured a hole. “Mind if I—“ Hicks sliding the festive holiday parcel in, stomping it under the ice as far as he can, “thanks, you’re a real sport,” turning and heading for shore, motioning everybody to keep clear, whereupon—

It is a terrible thing, this kindness that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end up with that small change. The Left Hand of Darkness

He was a hard, shrewd, jovial politician, whose acts of kindness served his interest and whose interest was himself. His type is panhuman. I had met him on Earth, and on Hain, and on Ollul. I expect to meet him in Hell. Genly Ai, The Left Hand of Darkness