That’s my soul up there

Qui nous dira
Ce qu’on fait là
Dans ce monde
Qui ne nous ressemble pas?

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.