"In this manner [he] had fought forgotten ancestors.They quickened the old life within him, and the old tricks which they stamped into the heredity of the breed were his tricks. They came to him without effort or discovery, as though they had been his always. And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him. And his cadences were their cadences, the cadences which voiced their woe and what to them was the meaning of stillness, and the cold, and dark. Thus, as a token of what a puppet thing life is, the ancient song surged through him and he came into his own again"
-Jack London
Kevin Flinn "epistemological" Evasive - 15 years, 5 months, 11 days ago

"There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more."
-Lord Byron
Kevin Flinn "epistemological" Evasive - 15 years, 5 months, 11 days ago

Time said: "Without looking down, gliding around, like a bumbling dragon, I fly, scraping my face on the sky."
Kevin Flinn "epistemological" Evasive - 15 years, 5 months, 11 days ago