Coax me out my low

And have a spin of my propeller

O silent and I enter thee By Elizabeth Siddal

"O silent wood, I enter thee
With a heart so full of misery
For all the voices from the trees
And the ferns that cling about my knees.

In thy darkest shadow let me sit
When the grey owls about thee flit;
There will I ask of thee a boon,
That I may not faint or die or swoon.

Gazing through the gloom like one
Whose life and hopes are also done,
Frozen like a thing of stone
I sit in thy shadow – but not alone.

Can God bring back the day when we two stood
Beneath the clinging trees in that dark wood?"

For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.

— Carl Sagan

Paint the, paint the, paint the bruises onto our knees

If you're gonna try and walk on water
Make sure you wear your comfortable shoes

“Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?”

Emil Cioran, All Gall Is Divided

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

— Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

نَيْسَان (بالسُّريانيّة) وهو الشهر السابع حسب التقويم السرياني أو الآشوري والرابع حسب التقويم الميلادي
نيْسَان كلمة مأخوذة من اللفظ البابلي "نيسانو" ومعناها : البدء، الشروع، التحرك. يعتبر شهر نيسان دلالة على الربيع حيث يصبح الجو أكثر دفئاً