and forth, live and die, burn and be damned,
The great heart beating, pumping into our arteries His
He is beautiful beyond belief.
And we, God's apes -- or tragic children -- share in the beauty.
We see it above our torment, that's what life's for.
He is no God of love, no justice of a little city like Dante's
Florence, no anthropoid God
Making commandments, : this is the God who does not care
and will never cease.
(A chunk of a poem from a poet that I had encountered in--of all places, I think a chapter quote from Watership Down or something--and finally found via Metafilter. This bit struck me for some reason.)
Can anybody in the local Raleigh area suggest any good bars?
I can't stand to be stuck in my apartment in the evenings these days--it feels like the walls are unmaking my brain, and I'm getting majorly twitchy--and all the local coffee shops close well before I'm ready to call it a night. Unfortunately, not being much of a bar hopper, I know few that aren't slammed all the time. I would prefer something reasonably quiet rather than crushed to the gills. I'm not a huge drinker--I have one and switch to coke, usually--but given sketchbooks, I can amuse myself for quite awhile.
And no karaoke.
Anybody got any suggestions?
Do you ever find yourself wandering down the highways and byways of life, and see someone, and find yourself thinking involuntarily "Oh, lord, when the Awakening hits, you are SO going to be a dwarf." (Or elf, or orc, or troll or whatever...I always seem to meet future dwarves.)
I was at the grocery store today, looked over at the clerk, and thought "Oh, dear lord, get that man a dwarven manifesto.*"
I would be ashamed of my desperate geekiness, but I bet I'm not the only one...
*A relic of my long-running and increasingly lunatic Shadowrun campaign, whereby it was determined that in modern dwarvish society, dwarves exchange manifestos the way some people exchange business cards. Don't ask. Don't ask about the chest wigs either.