Don't try to say to me that this was never meant to be, 'cause the days are long where I come from. The next few days I'm free. There's a train I want to catch but it won't leave here for a while... 'til darkness fills the eastern sky and streetlights stretch for miles through the spring. And the winter. And the morning.
We are all gods on this planet, every man and every woman.
We create life. We can take life. We control what goes into the sea, whether the fish can live in it. We decide if the trees can grow tall. We decide if the children will eat.
We ascribe beauty to that which is simple, which has no superfluous parts; which exactly answers its end, which stands related to all things, which is the mean of many extremes.