"Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart..." -The Lord of the Flies
She is warmer than Dian; She rolls through an ether of sighs- She revels in a region of sighs, She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion, To point us the path to the skies- To the Lethean peace of the skies- Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes- Come up, through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes.
- E.A. Poe Ulalume
I write. I read. I watch. I decorate things. I will always be a student. I want to teach writing. I want to have a small house with lots of details. I want to be a good cook. I want to finish reading all the books on my shelves.
“We need another, and a wiser, and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creatures through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they moved finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren; they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the earth.” -Henry Beston The Outermost House