It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.
Ты кидаешься хлебом, все для врага и смело бросаешься на сущность тех, кто навсегда с тобой, теперь ты всё видишь лишь только в цвете белом, забыл ты отныне, что такое есть покой...
"Where there is hatred let me sow love;Where there is injury, pardon;Where there is doubt, faith;Where there is despair, hope;Where there is darkness, light;Where there is sadness, joy"Saint Francis of Assisi
I am...blood. That primordial ooze. Not out there, listeners, in here. Inside this skin we wear, it only lets us think we're something else-- nice clean brains, little talking computers running around in the pursuit of happiness.Robin Green and Mitchell Burgess