”The glass rings with sweet power,”
”It darkens, clears: it must have beingǃ”
”In a delicate form I see appear”
”A well-behaved little Man behaving.”
”What can the world ask more, what can we?”
”Now that this mystery’s visible to each.”
”Give ear to what this sounds may be,”
”They make a voice: they’re forming speech.”

『Faust』


" I am always around, but never seen. I am often avoided, but you can't outrun me. for I will come when your old and grey, or maybe even the very next day. I will come with a cold embrace, and give you rest with a chilled kiss on your face. I come in many forms of emotional state, whether it's irony, love, laughter, or hate. I am everyone's final fate."

"What am I?"

`"Death!"




"Roots of the weed sucked first life from the genesis of earth and hold the essence of it still. Always the weed returns; the cultured plant retreats before it."

-Beryl Markham


“Many cultures have regarded death as the beginning of the soul's journey to the afterworld. The Etruscans of ancient Italy pictured sea horses and dolphins carrying souls to Elysium, the Islands of the Blessed. The ancient Greeks undertook a darker journey, asking a boatman named Charon to ferry them across the river Styx, which marked the boundary between the world and Hades.”

- The Journey to the Afterlife

"“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.”



Enter not into the path of the wicked, and go not in the way of evil men;
Avoid it, pass not by it, turn from it, and pass away because they can not sleep unless they do evil;
sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall;
For they eat the bread of wickedness, and drink the wine of violence ...
The way of the wicked - as darkness: they know not at what they stumble. ""
(Prov. IV, 14-19)
~ Word of The Day...........>.<

“Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.