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O Boże, dałeś człowiekowi umiłowanie wolności i zabijasz je niewolniczym przywiązaniem do najpodlejszego choćby życia.

All those who died for liberty

…have heard the eagle scream All the ones who died for liberty have died but for a dream Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind For in no nation on the earth more broken dreams you’ll find

Some claim it’s tragedy

It was impossible to know on that cloudless Arizona morning in January 2013 which fragments of Kim’s identity might survive, if any. Would she remember their first, fumbling kiss in his dorm room five years earlier? Their private jokes and dumb arguments? The seizure, the surgery, the fancy neuroscience fellowship she had to turn down? […]

Death Comes Howling

There is a paradoxical relationship to the idea of personal identity. On the one hand, we are overburdened with the weight of individual consciousness which makes us constantly worry about the imminence of death and the annihilation of the self. On the other, there is the horror of the self not being real, of our […]

They knew how to die

Barbarians that they were — Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust

Where greater men have fallen

Supposing you and I, escaping this battle, would be able to live on forever, ageless, immortal, so neither would I myself go on fighting in the foremost, nor would I urge you into the fighting where men win glory. But now, seeing that the spirits of death stand close about us in their thousands, no […]

Yearning to know

I postanowiłem sobie poznać mądrość i wiedzę, szaleństwo i głupotę. Poznałem, że również i to jest pogonią za wiatrem, bo w wielkiej mądrości – wiele utrapienia, a kto przysparza wiedzy – przysparza i cierpień. —- [Yob – Marrow] All these things That have come to pass Emptied well Of times that never last All these […]

Unburden us of pain

And really even though I am far more observant and self-aware than most people I really cannot even come close to understanding what is happening to my brain. Why? Consider the following example. Have you ever noticed that once in a while you remember something from your childhood that is totally random and is brought […]


From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone

This will be my monument

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being […]