"There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask 'Why me?' and 'What if?'. When you look back and see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions." -ist es wirklich so?, man wird sehen...-
The Wild Flower's Song
As I wander'd the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
'I slept in the earth
In the silent night,
I murmur'd my fears
And I felt delight.
'In the morning I went,
as rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But I met with scorn´
posted by Lichtmahr at 18:26
2 Comments:
Jaja der gute Herr William Blake.
War doch von dem oder?
Hätte gerne einen Kunstdruck eines seiner Werke, weiss aber net wo man eben selbige bekommt, aber war, was "wahnsinn" manchmal hervorbringen kann....
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