Darkness always has its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light?
It's only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes if necessary- brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must.
Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass.
They say: Speak for us (to whom?)
Some say: Avenge us (on whom?)
Some say: Take our place.
Some say: Witness
Others say (and these are women): Be happy for us :)
It's only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes if necessary- brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must.
Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass.
They say: Speak for us (to whom?)
Some say: Avenge us (on whom?)
Some say: Take our place.
Some say: Witness
Others say (and these are women): Be happy for us :)
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