On nights unseasonably warm with beaming moon and starlit dance, I converse with Orion on his recurrent hunt. The tragedy of the mundane world melts as I contemplate the fiery beauty of the expanse, and my solace is knowing that I am a pinion in a greater cosmic design.
intoxication and misery, illusion and happiness
I am made unlike any one I have ever met; I will even venture to say that I am like no one in the whole world. I may be no better, but at least I am different. ~Rousseau
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