Show them all, it’s written in the stars your milky way past Venus and Mars. Show them all, you’re right they’re wrong; you’ll travel the world from Rome to Hong Kong.
The Kings and Queens of spades, clubs and hearts will battle you with sweet poison tarts, but one thing the Kings and Queens don’t know is your secret strength when you huff and you blow.
Knights on white horses will roam the highways, griffins and dragons will soar through the skyways; but finally you will turn around and scream: How dare I?
How dare I dream?
~both image and poetry are authenticated by yours truly, Callista Argall
The pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating, and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
Caedo, losto. Ú-erin davo. Amman harthach? Anim únad. Le tûg nach. O hon ú-wannathon. Ú-moe le anno nad. Ónen a hon beth nín. Gurth han ristatha. Ta han narcho Gurth. Gar vethed e-chúnen, go hon bedithon na meth.
Lie down, sleep. / I cannot yield. Why do you still hope? / I have nothing else. You are a fool. / I will not leave him. You owe him nothing / I gave him my word. Death will break it. / Then let death break it. He has the last of my heart. I will go with him to the end.
When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?
In general, females were buried with a wider variety and larger quantity of artifacts than males, and seven female graves contained iron swords or daggers, bronze arrowheads, and whetstones to sharpen the weapons. Some scholars have argued that weapons found in female burials served a purely ritual purpose, but the bones tell a different story. The bowed leg bones of one 13- or 14-year-old girl attest a life on horseback, and a bent arrowhead found in the body cavity of another woman suggested that she had been killed in battle. The Pokrovka women cannot have been the Amazons of Greek myth- who were said to have lived far to the west- but they may have been one of many similar nomadic tribes who occupied the Eurasian steppes in the Early Iron Age.
Description of the Sarmatian burial mounds at Pokrovka, excavated by Russian and American archaeologists in 1992-95 (via coolchicksfromhistory)
