Is it really as impenetrable and boring as I remember or just one of those books that most high schoolers are just not ready for? (The Sound and The Fury by William Faulkner was probably my second least-favorite book I had to read in high school).
He saw the billion living of the earth, the thousand billion dead: seas were withered, deserts flooded, mountains drowned; and gods and demons came out of the South, and ruled above the little rocket-flare of centuries, and sank — came to their Northern Lights of death, the muttering death-flared dusk of the completed gods.
But, amid the fumbling march of races to extinction, the giant rhythms of the earth remained. The seasons passed in their majestic processionals, and germinal Spring returned forever on the land — new crops, new men, new harvests, and new gods.
And then the voyages, the search for the happy land. In his moment of terrible vision he saw, in the tortuous ways of a thousand alien places, his foiled quest of himself. And his haunted face was possessed of that obscure and passionate hunger that had woven its shuttle across the seas, that had hung its weft among the Dutch in Pennsylvania, that had darkened his father’s eyes to impalpable desire for wrought stone and the head of an angel. Hill-haunted, whose vision of the earth was mountain-walled, he saw the golden cities sicken in his eye, the opulent dark splendors turn to dingy gray. His brain was sick with the million books, his eyes with the million pictures, his body sickened on a hundred princely wines.
And rising from his vision, he cried: “I am not there among the cities. I have sought down a million streets, until the goat-cry died within my throat, and I have found no city where I was, no door where I had entered, no place where I had stood.”
Then, from the edges of moon-bright silence, Ben replied: “Fool, why do you look in the streets?”
Then Eugene said: “I have eaten and drunk the earth, I have been lost and beaten, and I will go no more.” “Fool,” said Ben, “what do you want to find?”
“Myself, and an end to hunger, and the happy land,” he answered. “For I believe in harbors at the end. O Ben, brother, and ghost, and stranger, you who could never speak, give me an answer now!”
Then, as he thought, Ben said: “There is no happy land. There is no end to hunger.”
“And a stone, a leaf, a door? Ben?” Spoke, continued without speaking, to speak. “Who are, who never were, Ben, the seeming of my brain, as I of yours, my ghost, my stranger, who died, who never lived, as I? But if, lost seeming of my dreaming brain, you have what I have not — an answer?”
Silence spoke. (“I cannot speak of voyages. I belong here. I never got away,” said Ben.)
“Then I of yours the seeming, Ben? Your
... keep reading on reddit ➡Fuimas fumus. All of our life goes up in smoke. There is no structure, no creation in it, not even the smoky structure of dreams. Come lower, angel; whisper in our ears. We are passing away in smoke and there is nothing to-day but weariness to pay for yesterday’s toil. How may we save ourselves?
The journey to restoring Sanctum
Homeward is a story about a group of elite warriors stranded in a faraway land. This tribe of warriors calls themselves ‘The Keepers’ as they are — quite literally — the keepers of their beloved city, Sanctum. This city is the last beacon of humanity as the surrounding lands have been infected with a mysterious corruption called ‘Nether’.
Today marks the launch of our presale and we are calling for all heros to come and join us in the fight to rebuild Sanctum!
Original question: what Did The Yazata(See: Sraosha From The Zahak Vid)'S Wings Look Like? Then i scrapped it
typically when we think of angels we imagine people with dove feathers. However, multiple pantheons have had winged creatures for hire for god. I believe that the abrahamics got inspiration from mesopatamia, but a) where the heck did the creepy-ass "biblically accurate" angels come from, and b) how did the wings of the zoroastrians / greek ones look)? Did they all have dove feathers and creepy eye eldritch lovecraftian ones that were the disappointment of the species?
for the zoriastrians i thought the yazata had peacock wings for the longest time, but now im just grabbing my hair in fists and wanting to tear it because i cannot find anything to describe / any art / any literature telling us how they looked IN GENERAL and thats frustrating as fuck.
