29-01-2022, 10:23 AM
"A person with innate talents will bring them into use, somehow or other, sooner or later - nothing on earth will stop him but death itself - for he is the talent & the talent is him, inseparable."
For the islands I sing, George MacKay Brown.
"Listen to me:
There are fawces in this world that control ya. Hostile, malignant fawces which try to bend an break you to their will, their twisted ideas of what you should be. Immensely powerful, they will stop at naffin to drag everyfin' down to a unity; one nation, one personality, one voice. F*ck them awl....
Torture is not confined to the middle ages, aw tha third world; an insistence on unifawnity is the modern rack on which we ar awl broken, or would be if those c*nts ad their way. Evil is not an amorphous, anonymous fing; it has a house & family, it eats breakfast, it wears certain clothes an squirms tentacles inta every aspect av your life. It will neva give in.
Make no mistake, it is there. It will bring death upon you in worse ways than the physical. Right now, someone is lacing up their polished black shoes & double-checking your address. Run like f*ck."
Grit,Niall Griffiths.
"I am on a stage. Before me, in the dim light, all the people who have ever lived are lined up, rank upon rank, stretching far into the distance. I have in my hand the end of the thread which connects me to my ancestral mother way at the back. I pull on the thread & one woman's face in every generation, feeling the tug, looks up at me. Their faces stand out from the crowd & they are illuminated by a strange light.
These are my ancestors. I feel a strong connection. These are all my mothers who passed this precious messenger from one to another through a thousand births. A thousand rows back stands Tara herself, the ancestral mother of my clan. She pulls on the cord. A million ancestors sense the tug. We look at each other & sense our deep connection."
Bryan Sykes, The seven daughters of Eve.
For the islands I sing, George MacKay Brown.
"Listen to me:
There are fawces in this world that control ya. Hostile, malignant fawces which try to bend an break you to their will, their twisted ideas of what you should be. Immensely powerful, they will stop at naffin to drag everyfin' down to a unity; one nation, one personality, one voice. F*ck them awl....
Torture is not confined to the middle ages, aw tha third world; an insistence on unifawnity is the modern rack on which we ar awl broken, or would be if those c*nts ad their way. Evil is not an amorphous, anonymous fing; it has a house & family, it eats breakfast, it wears certain clothes an squirms tentacles inta every aspect av your life. It will neva give in.
Make no mistake, it is there. It will bring death upon you in worse ways than the physical. Right now, someone is lacing up their polished black shoes & double-checking your address. Run like f*ck."
Grit,Niall Griffiths.
"I am on a stage. Before me, in the dim light, all the people who have ever lived are lined up, rank upon rank, stretching far into the distance. I have in my hand the end of the thread which connects me to my ancestral mother way at the back. I pull on the thread & one woman's face in every generation, feeling the tug, looks up at me. Their faces stand out from the crowd & they are illuminated by a strange light.
These are my ancestors. I feel a strong connection. These are all my mothers who passed this precious messenger from one to another through a thousand births. A thousand rows back stands Tara herself, the ancestral mother of my clan. She pulls on the cord. A million ancestors sense the tug. We look at each other & sense our deep connection."
Bryan Sykes, The seven daughters of Eve.
in order to be old & wise, you must first be young & stupid. (I'm still working on that.)