the return of the occasional random post ;)

I've had one of those weirdly creative dreams again, and a little part of it got stuck in my head for some reason. They usually just fade to nothing as soon as I fully wake up... Anyway, it seemed I was in a classroom or a lecture hall somewhere, and someone was reading this long epic poem to me - a tragic story of some ancient god and his mortal lover. It was beautiful and very moving, and I seemed to be taking notes, complete with Egyptian-style drawings depicting the characters.:D I'm afraid I completely lost the plotline, but I still remember two verses, which went as follows: "You came for the flames of blood. You came for the rays of night." (it was supposed to refer to the mortal lover visiting the god, and the god reminiscing upon it after the mortal was dead - or something to that effect) Or it could have been "rays of blood" and "flames of night" - I'm not so sure anymore. Incidentally, this is a translation, because the poem was read to me in Polish (where the words "rays" and "flames" differ by only one consonant, which somehow makes it even more poetic). That's all I remember - but I can't shake the melancholy pathos of the whole experience. A guided tour of my brain, anyone?...:P

Also, Viggo's new book starts with one of the most beautiful quotes I have ever encountered. My country is the world, and my religion is to do good - Thomas Paine. This quote is so absolutely perfect I just want to paint it all over my walls. It actually sums up my whole ideological outlook in one simple sentence. There's nothing more that needs to be said after that, really.

And so... good night.