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1 " The future says:Dear mortals;I know you are busy with your colourful lives;I have no wish to waste the little time that remainsOn arguments and heated debates;But before I can appearPlease, close your eyes, sit stillAnd listen carefullyTo what I am about to say;I haven't happened yet, but I will.I can't pretend it's going to beBusiness as usual.Things are going to change.I'm going to be unrecognisable.Please, don't open your eyes, not yet.I'm not trying to frighten you.All I ask is that you think of meNot as a wish or a nightmare, but as a storyYou have to tell yourselves -Not with an endingIn which everyone lives happily ever after,Or a B-movie apocalypse,But maybe starting with the line'To be continued...'And see what happens next.Remember this; I am notWritten in stoneBut in time - So please don't shrug and sayWhat can we do?It's too late, etc, etc, etc.Dear mortals,You are such strange creaturesWith your greed and your kindness,And your hearts like broken toys;You carry fear with you everywhereLike a tiny godIn its box of shadows.You love festivals and musicAnd good food.You lie to yourselvesBecause you're afraid of the dark.But the truth is: you are in my handsAnd I am in yours.We are in this together,Face to face and eye to eye;We're made for each other.Now those of you who are still here;Open your eyes and tell me what you see. "
― Nick Drake
2 " The purpose of collecting so much information can only be power. "
― Nick Drake , Nefertiti: The Book of the Dead (Rai Rahotep, #1)
3 " And the movement in your brainSends you out into the rain "
4 " And I am ashamed to write here that I felt more alive than ever, even though my heart was broken glass in my chest. "
5 " Why leave me hanging on a starWhen you deem me so highWhen you deem me so highWhen you deem me so highAnd why leave me sailing in a seaWhen you hear me so clearWhen you hear me so clearWhen you hear me so clearAnd why leave me hanging on a starWhen you deem me so highWhen you deem me so highWhen you deem me so high "
6 " If songs were lines in a conversation, the situation would be fine. "
7 " Time has told meYour're a rare, rare findA troubled cureFor a troubled mind "
8 " I, Rahotep, youngest chief detective of the Thebes Medjay division, "
9 " I Was Made To Love Magic"I was born to love no oneNo one to love meOnly the wind in the long green grassThe frost in a broken tree.I was made to love magicAll its wonder to knowBut you all lost that magicMany many years ago.I was born to use my eyesDream with the sun and the skiesTo float away in a lifelong songIn the mist where melody flies.I was made to love magic...I was born to sail awayInto a land of foreverNot to be tied to an old stone graveIn your land of never.I was made to love magic... "
10 " I was born to sail awayInto a land of foreverNot to be tied to an old stone graveIn your land of never. "
11 " I was born to sail away, into a land of forever, not to be tied to an old stone grave, in your land of never. "
12 " I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong. "
13 " You can take a road that gets you to the stars, I can take a road that will see me through. "
14 " Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for? "
15 " Who can knowThe thoughts of Mary JaneWhy she fliesOr goes out in the rainWhere she's beenAnd who she's seenIn her journey to the starsWho can knowThe reason for her smileWhat are her dreamsWhen they've journeyed for a mileThe way she singsAnd her brightly colured ringsMake her princess of the skyWho can knowWhat happens in her mindDid she comeFrom a strange worldAnd leave her mind behindHer long lost sighsAnd her brightly coloured eyesTell her story to the windWho can knowThe thoughts of Mary JaneWhy she fliesOr goes out in the rainWhere she's beenAnd who she's seenIn her journey to the stars "
16 " heads held up above the waterline. He left me on the far side. Suddenly the simple quietness of the world returned to me: a few birds, some children playing at the water’s edge, the occasional calls of women working in the fields. No other boats were approaching or landing here. The sun, slowly descending towards the western cliffs, guided me towards the general area where the fort lay. I set off between the fields of emmer and barley. How immaculate they were, tended to perfection over all time as if the fields themselves were worshipped gods. At one point a group of men riding donkeys appeared ahead of me, but we nodded and continued without attending much to one another. The track between the fields "
