In a forest : the forest is every where

The future is fire
and the past is ice,
now is forever
dream without end.

Everything's in perfect harmony, everything's a mess.
Every thing in every place rushing through.
Every instance my own world.

Smags ir dzīves rats,
vieglāks tas nekļūs nekad;
ik soli veļas pāri tas,
un kauli mazliet padodas.

Ja gaidi tu vēl pārmaiņas,
velti aizlaid nopūtas;
tad labāk ganīt aitiņas
un vērpt no sapņiem asaras.

Ja meklē ellē atslēgas,
prasi velnam padomu,
un tumšākajā dziļumā
veries savā klusumā.

I ween I hung on the windy tree,
hung there three for nights full nine;
With the spear I was wounded, and offered I was
To Othin, myself to myself,
On the tree that none may ever know
What root beneath it runs.

(Poetic Edda, Hovamol.139)

“By your belief in singularities, in granular absolutes, you deny movement, even the movement of evolution! While you cause a granular universe to persist in your awareness, you are blind to movement. When things change, your absolute universe vanishes, no longer accessible to your self-limiting perceptions. The universe has moved beyond you.” –First Draft, Atreides Manifesto, Bene Gesserit Archives (from “Heretics of Dune”)
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