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“The Lighthouse by Stewart Stafford
Apart and alone,
From where the ships dock,
Stands the white sentinel edifice on a promontory rock.
Like the land's index finger,
At the extent of the sea,
Warning passing vessels where it's safe to be.
It's one luminous eye,
Swivels around its clear head,
To keep lucky sailors off the seabed.
It seeks no credit,
And needs no thanks,
Saluting proudly from above the fog banks.
© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
―
Apart and alone,
From where the ships dock,
Stands the white sentinel edifice on a promontory rock.
Like the land's index finger,
At the extent of the sea,
Warning passing vessels where it's safe to be.
It's one luminous eye,
Swivels around its clear head,
To keep lucky sailors off the seabed.
It seeks no credit,
And needs no thanks,
Saluting proudly from above the fog banks.
© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
―
“Fear grew in places unlit by knowledge”
― The Gilded Wolves
― The Gilded Wolves
“Because I want to know! Sometimes, you can use what you know, but that's not what counts most. I want to know everything there is to know. Not because it's any use, but for the pleasure of knowing, and now I demand that you teach me everything you know, even if I will never be able to use it.”
― I Who Have Never Known Men
― I Who Have Never Known Men
“When we free ourselves from the chaos enclosed in the surrounding rigid social structure, we can find peace of mind and still our hunger for knowledge and understanding. If we follow the rhythm of our heartbeat, we can quench our thirst for meaning in life and encounter an array of soothing vibrations of wellbeing. (“A handful of dust”)”
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“Far from the shore stands the grey lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are seen when the tide is low, but unseen when the tide is high. Past that beacon for a century have swept the majestic barques of the seven seas. In the days of my grandfather there were many; in the days of my father not so many; and now there are so few that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as though I were the last man on our planet.”
― The White Ship
― The White Ship
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