Restless Soma
Death (the tumbling force, public) => Wisdom => Topic started by: Definitive Journey on December 23, 2008, 03:05:56 PM
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"Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!"
Melville, Moby Dick