How we change....How perception and clear thought is clouded...by the overwhelming righteousness of emotion.....how eternally we want to be in this Rubaiyat like "ah my beloved fill me the cup "world, this myrrhic SakiNaka of sorts.
.......from the Lotos Eaters by ALT.
They sat them down upon the yellow sand,
Between the sun and moon upon the shore;
And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland,
Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore
Most weary seem'd the sea, weary the oar,
Weary the wandering fields of barren foam.
Then some one said, "We will return no more";
And all at once they sang, "Our island home
Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam."
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