White bodies naked on the low damp ground
                     And bones cast in a little low dry garret,

 

 

                     At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
                     Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,

 

 

                     Then spoke the thunder

 

 

                     I sat upon the shore
                     Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
                     Shall I at least set my lands in order?

 

 

                     London bridge is falling down falling down falling down

 

 

                     Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina

 

                     Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow

                     Le Prince d’Aquitaine ? la tour abolie

 

                     These fragments I have shored against my ruins
                     Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad again.
                     Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
                            Shantih   shantih   shantih

 

 

                     >>------->
                     Parsifal - He who drawns the opposites together.

 

 

 

         " Dichotomous gates lead to dormant ways
         Where every path was split in half
         We wander 'til we fade"

 

         

         Nagu looduses, nagu isiklikus plaanis, nii ka egregorides, ühisteadvuses..

         -Loojangut ja koitu eraldab, samas ühendab, hämarikusild.

 

         Üleviija.