Satellite 30 in The irresistible urge to rant, riff and ramble

  • July 27, 2014, 12:21 a.m.
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The unhappiest are those for whom the brightly burning flame of will outstrips the limitations of their mortal vessel.

The unluckiest are those for whom the flame of will never burns at all, leaving them mere satellites reflecting the light of whoever stands in the pulpit they orbit.

~~ my status today


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