Things have been kind of rough lately, what with Morgan's funeral and trying to comfort the greiving and doing a little grieving myself. I will post more later, but for now, well, *shrugs*. We're all a little lost, here.
þa ymbe hlæw riodan hildedeore
æþelinga bearn ealra twelfa
woldon cearge cwiðan kyning mænan
wordgyd wrecan 7 ymb wer sprecan
eahtodan eorlscipe 7 his ellenweorc
duguðum demdon swa hit gedefe bið
þæt mon his winedryhten wordum herge
ferhðum freoge þonne he forð scile
of lichaman læded weorðan
swa begnornodon geata leode
hlafordes hryre heorðgeneatas
cwædon þæt he wære wyruldcyning
manna mildust monðwærust
leodum liðost 7 lofgeornost.
Then twelve warriors rode around the tomb,
Chieftan's sons, champions in battle,
all of them distraught, chanting in dirges,
mourning his loss as a man and a king.
They extolled his heoric nature and exploits
and gave thanks for his greatness, which was the proper thing
for a man should praise a prince whom he holds dear
and cherish his memory when that moment comes
when he has to be conveyed from his bodily home.
So the Geat people, his hearth companions,
sorrowed for the lord who had been laid low.
They said that of all the kings upon the earth
he was the man most gracious and fair-minded,
kindest to his people and keenest to win fame.
-- Beowulf (Seamus Heaney tr.)
Swastika attack on French mother
French politicians have reacted with horror to an anti-Semitic attack on a woman and her baby on a train.
A gang of young men cut her hair, slashed her clothes and drew swastikas on her body, before overturning the pram in which her infant was lying.(more)
You don't too often see a Sunbeam any more.
You never see a Fuller Brush man, or a dinosaur.
The voice of reason rules with an iron fist.
Please forgive me if I'm not prepared to handle this.
James McMurtry, Fuller Brush Man
"Caith Maighe Tiuradh" - The Second Battle of Moy Tura, when the Gaels fought the gods of Ireland, won, and relegated them to living in barrow mounds for the rest of eternity. This is something beyond simple atheism; to the atheist's "God is dead," the Gaels added "Because I killed the fooker." Whether this is a profound insight into the nature of the Divine, or just the whiskey talking, is hard to say... (-- Witchvox.org, "Sean Ciall")