The Fear Inside
There are two bodies — the rudimental and the complete ; corresponding with the two conditions of the worm and the butterfly. What we call “death,” is but the painful metamorphosis. Our present incarnation is progressive, preparatory, temporary. Our future is perfected, ultimate, immortal. The ultimate life is the full design. – Edgar Allen Poe
Beware Santa Claws
The holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the...
Trapped – Helpless And Out Of Control
In the confusion attending my fall, I did not immediately apprehend a somewhat ...
Dancing To The Tune Of Bleeding Hearts
It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and
troubles. And...
Absolute silence leads to sadness – it’s the image of death.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive...
When Your Bite Is Worse Than Your Bark
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn...
Nothing But A Walking Shadow
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To...
Unbeing Dead Isn’t Being Alive
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon...
The Tyrrany Of The Advancing Red Death
THE “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been...
Eyes Opened To The Horrors Of The Unknown
Living is Easy with Eyes Closed.
Originally posted 2011-07-26 22:08:23. Republished
That Which Cannot Remain Silent
There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in...