David Given Schwarm

When we look into our own hearts and begin to discover what is confused and what is brilliant, what is bitter and what is sweet, it isn’t just ourselves that we’re discovering. We’re discovering the universe.

yep, I smell like a church.

       And many more, whose names on Earth are dark,       But whose transmitted effluence cannot die       So long as fire outlives the parent spark,       Rose, rob’d in dazzling immortality.       “Thou art become as one of us,” they cry,       “It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long       Swung blind in unascended majesty,       Silent alone amid…

The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri My rating: 5 of 5 stars Sometimes one sword cuts better than five. And countless other amazing poetic achievements. And so much plot, and imagery, and intrigue, and glory, and just damn good writing. A classic for a reason–not sure if the Wordsworth translation is even in the running…

       The inheritors of unfulfill’d renown       Rose from their thrones, built beyond mortal thought,       Far in the Unapparent. Chatterton       Rose pale, his solemn agony had not       Yet faded from him; Sidney, as he fought       And as he fell and as he liv’d and lov’d       Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot,       Arose; and Lucan, by his…

Last week there was talk of cell membranes and magnetism–nerds always assume that they are smart and know how these things work. They don’t. Magnetism is Devine magic which lead to a big power up in the Rehsif backstory! Not only is she still a groupie for fisherman but she has Daddy Issues–her pop studied…

“Certainty is knowing that this system works, and because it works, I’m in the right place right now, regardless of how it looks. And since I’m in the right place, at the right time, every time, I need to be good with where I’m at—no matter what.”

       The splendours of the firmament of time       May be eclips’d, but are extinguish’d not;       Like stars to their appointed height they climb,       And death is a low mist which cannot blot       The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought       Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair,       And love and life contend in it…