Sailing to Byzantium"...O sages standing in God’s holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be the singing-masters of my soul. Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is; and gather me Into the artifice of eternity..." -W.B. Yeats
Monthly Archives: January 2012
The only thing funnier than this is that it is where many naturalist’s views on morality (power or majority decides what is moral) should logically take them.