The most merciful thing in the world,
I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity,
and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
The sciences, each straining in its own direction,
have hitherto harmed us little;
but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge
will open up such terrifying vistas of reality,
and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation
or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

Rising to the top knowing I must fall
Refeathered wings, salt the strings to remake the crawl
To the top
And then take the fall again
Blood soaked, gagged and choked, lined face on stone
Stripped bare, sucking in air
This is my home, it seems
With the rock and the hard place stuck between
The Godman Christ cause cursed man to the test
And this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cross crushed into my chest
I'm still doing my best