September 2008
6 posts
Lighter than a feather
The darkest night in a norwegian wood A lost soul wandered with no good until the voice from heaven Wishpered to his ear, and he listened Slowly, gently, rised him up to the air Lighter than a feather upon him, a blue moon’s flare and countless stars sparkling in the evening sky among them, only one caught his eyes the glow of an angel shined through his heart with the sweetest smile he...
Organised religion polluting our minds as it pretends to delivery morality and...
– Arthur C Clarke, the writer of 2001: A Space Odyssey