HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats

I am sure, that this moment of white hot faith, was meant for giving people a head start to become more.


(The original quote is not linkable, because it was something said in chat. Sorry.)

Faith can be a sickle too, and it can cut the vines that continuously impede my growth and suffocate. There is much work to do in tending such a seed. Cleaning, weeding, pest control, over extending metaphor control. But it is very worth the work to tend such a perfect and beautiful potential.

Odelia Ivy

There’s no such thing as a god for beginners.

Stephy (on a thread on a forum)

(sometimes I think the road to proverbial hell is paved with expectations, not intentions)