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So, What do we do now?
This journal may contain content only suitable for adults. Account Created on 19 March 2002 (#500085) Last updated on 10 November 2012 Gift
Name:
Ardyn Elisabeth Majere
Location:
Schools:
- Unseen University - Ankh-Morpork, England - Wiltshire, United Kingdom (2006 - 2007)
Who am I?
Hi. My name is Ardyn. Many labels could be used to describe me or try to box me in, but at the end of the day, I am myself.
"Who is he that shall control me? Why may not I act and speak and
write and think with entire freedom? What am I to the universe, or,
the unvierse, what is it to me? Who hath forged the chains of wrong
and right, of Opinion and Custom? And must I wear them?"
[Ralph Waldo Emerson, in "Emerson: The Mind on Fire" p. 51]
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
Hi. My name is Ardyn. Many labels could be used to describe me or try to box me in, but at the end of the day, I am myself.
"Who is he that shall control me? Why may not I act and speak and
write and think with entire freedom? What am I to the universe, or,
the unvierse, what is it to me? Who hath forged the chains of wrong
and right, of Opinion and Custom? And must I wear them?"
[Ralph Waldo Emerson, in "Emerson: The Mind on Fire" p. 51]
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
