Das Horn Helm Hammerhands soll erschallen in der Klamm.. ein allerletztes Mal.
Dies möge die Stunde sein, da wir gemeinsam Schwerter ziehen!
Grimmetaten erwachet. Auf zu Zorn, auf zu Verderben und blutig Morgen.
Auf, Eorlingas!

If I can’t dance, it’s not my revolution!

“Anarchism stands for the liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion and liberation of the human body from the coercion of property; liberation from the shackles and restraint of government. It stands for a social order based on the free grouping of individuals…”

“Love, the strongest and deepest element in all life, the harbinger of hope, of joy, of ecstasy; love, the defier of all laws, of all conventions; love, the freest, the most powerful moulder of human destiny; how can such an all-compelling force be synonymous with that poor little State and Church-begotten weed, marriage?
Free love? As if love is anything but free! Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. Man has chained and fettered the spirit, but he has been utterly helpless before love. High on a throne, with all the splendor and pomp his gold can command, man is yet poor and desolate, if love passes him by. And if it stays, the poorest hovel is radiant with warmth, with life and color. Thus love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere.

― Emma Goldman, Anarchism and Other Essays

Do you know how it hurts your eyes to stare at the horizon?

If you stare at the horizon long enough, all you can see is fire.

The entire line of the horizon is burning.

Fires as far as the eye can see.

– Isis – the minus times

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

– Snow Patrol, „Chasing Cars“