in a dream of high clouds and a darkened door through a dimly lit passage in green hills a pathway you might follow if you chose wise before you awake you will know what is right
how far does love without compromise go? what if you have to decide? without means without, doesn´t it? but what if so much has changed and you are disappointed? what if trust and respect went down the drain? how to take sides? do I have to take sides? whom should I side with? what happens next? why did it happen? I have no higher understanding.
Before going to the Garden, there were only two options left. One, becoming an obnoxious wanker and getting selfish beyond comparison, trying only to get what you want. Two, closing all business with everyone, leaving, becoming a hermit somewhere, one of those people, you always considered to be ghastly and strange, who, in the end will die of a broken heart and almost never be found.
In Fillory you felt the appropriate emotions when things happened. Happiness was a real, actual, achievable possibility. It came when you called. Or no, it never left you in the first place.
At all, the Sale of war-materials in 2008- the last year where a reliable prognosis could be made- grew more than eleven percent to 385 billion dollars. To give these numbers some perspective: the development aid budget of all OECD members of the same year was a 120 billion dollars.
to rid the deep emotional and existencial loneliness, that is work for a lifetime.
"I want to be a scholar,
But I really can´t be bothered, ooh just
Gimme it quick, gimme it. Gimme, gimme,gimme, gimme."