1 Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy:
Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day.
2 Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe:
Be there at our labors, and give us, we pray,
your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day.
3 Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace:
Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.
4 Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm:
Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.
- Jan Struther (1931)
where's that picture that ruined my life
Lauer Regen, Sommerregen Rauscht von Büschen, rauscht von Bäumen. O wie gut und voller Segen, Einmal wieder satt zu träumen! War so lang im Hellen draussen, Ungewohnt ist mir dies Wogen: In der eignen Seele hausen, Nirgends fremdwärts hingezogen. Nichts begehr ich, nichts verlang ich, Summe leise Kindertöne, Und verwundert heim gelang ich In der Träume warme Schöne. Herz, wie bist du wund gerissen Und wie selig, blind zu wühlen, Nichts zu denken, nichts zu wissen, Nur zu atmen und zu fühlen!
– Hermann Hesse
Death must be so beautiful.
To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence.
To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
- Oscar Wilde
the best part about having a job is being able to go through doors other people aren’t allowed to use the worst part is everything else
Small town murder mystery where it eventually turns out that literally everyone in town is a member of some secret society or sinister cult – except it's not one big secret society, it's a bunch of little ones, ranging from as many as a couple dozen members to as few as three. Each secret society is aware of their own immediate allies and rivals, but none of them have the complete picture of how extensive the town's secret society problem is, nor do they know that every single resident is a member of at least one. Some residents are members of multiple secret societies. Some residents are unwittingly members of multiple secret societies, having mistakenly concluded that Secret Society A is Secret Society B's hidden inner circle, when in fact they're unrelated. There's at least one pair of secret societies whose leaders each believe that the other is a false front that they set up to distract their enemies. This goes on for five seasons.