champorado

I have seen your grave,
From the patterns in the pine
To the silken lining which will engulf your body,
I have seen.

The stone used to mark your final resting place,
The moisture of the ground in which you remain,
I have felt.

The stench you will leave within,
The stages of your undevelopment,
I have known.

I have seen your cells break apart and decay.
I have known the brittleness of your fragile bones.
And I have seen you forgotten,
Buried beneath millions of years of life
Continuing without you.

And in looking in your face,
I have seen my own.

— Jeremy Christner, Kosmology: Luciferian Philosophy

What is frequently appreciated in many so-called symbols is exactly their vagueness, their openness, their fruitful ineffectiveness to express a “final” meaning, so that with symbols and by symbols one indicates what is always beyond one’s reach.

— Umberto Eco, Semiotics and the Philosophy of Language

It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.

— James Baldwin

I’ve never met a priest who could tell you anything about Heaven, but they knew every square inch of Hell. They should. They built it.

— Warframe

Things of quality have no fear of time.

— Unknown

Logic (lä-jik): The art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding.

— Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary