Ah, Cardamine... Impossible concentration, the doors of mind wide open.
The point of greatest intensity of force in an ascending series of progression, a culmination.
Shared... in the knowledge of the meaning of fear .
Ascending The Summit.
And then the loss of self...
the Fall and Rising from the Ashes like the Phoenix.
Being Reborn.
Sounds like doing something else, doesn't it?
D*mn, the Space is a lonely place in a Sabre!
As for the dirt, old chap... well, it sticks if you don't wash it, whether it shows or not isn't so important if the fact that it is present is known.
I think I can hear some guns firing.
Bernard.
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor