Misc. stuff

Poetry

At Twilight's End, the
Shadows crossed,
A new World birthed,
The Elder lost.

Yet on the Morn
We wake to find
That Mem'ry left
So far behind.
To deafened ears
We ask, unseen,

"Which is life, and
Which the dream?"

Quote

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Death: Humans need fantasy to *be* human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
Susan: With tooth fairies? Hogfathers?
Death: Yes. As practice, you have to start out learning to believe the little lies.
Susan: So we can believe the big ones?
Death: Yes. Justice, mercy, duty. That sort of thing.
Susan: They're not the same at all.
Death: You think so? Then take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder, and sieve it through the finest sieve, and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet, you try to act as if there is some ideal order in the world. As if there is some, some rightness in the universe, by which it may be judged.
Susan: But people have got to believe that, or what's the point?
Death: You need to believe in things that aren't true. How else can they become?

A Few Comics

• xkcd
• Schlock Mercenary
• Erfworld
• Goblins

And a Song