That’s my soul up there

On mort les uns contre les autres

Everything lost will be recovered
When we drift into the arms of the undiscovered

Every day I rise up steaming:
Beaten, blessed, wounded, dreaming.
So from dark to light I’m lifted:
Ever poisoned, ever gifted.

Voigt-Kampff certified human

Participant-observer among the Nacirema

Sorgenkind des Lebens

Terrienne en détresse

Völlig losgelöst von der Erde

Il mio mistero è chiuso in me

Ernest Hemingway once wrote, “The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.” I agree with the second part.

When you come to a fork in the road, take it.