Honey-coated razorblades


Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994
Zeus took Ganymede to Mount Olympus because of his beauty. Forced to pour wine and listen to the gods tell him their woes, he learned their secrets and kept their favors. He never wanted to be the gods' plaything. What did he get for it? The wisdom of the gods, and the shunning of the humans he tried to help. He was to be remembered in the stars as the water bearer, but never for the lonely, lonely heart.
Honey-coated razorblades
"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs,
The bark on the tree was as soft as the sky.
As the wolf waits below, so hungry and lonely,
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