Hand over your heart, let's go home.

To me the honour is sufficient of belonging to the universe — such a great universe, and so grand a scheme of things. Not even Death can rob me of that honour. For nothing can alter the fact that I have lived; I have been I, if for ever so short a time. And when I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible—and eternal, so that come what may to my 'Soul,' my dust will always be going on, each separate atom of me playing its separate part — I shall still have some sort of a finger in the pie. When I am dead, you can boil me, burn me, drown me, scatter me — but you cannot destroy me: my little atoms would merely deride such heavy vengeance. Death can do no more than kill you.

W. N. P. Barbellion (Bruce Frederick Cummings), The Journal of a Disappointed Man.

I like to be surprised | RSS | Archive

Jul. 6, 2012 at 12:38pm with 8 notes

Reblogged from lovetheghost

lovetheghost:

Ojai CA

jade-wolf reblogged this from vuduehprajacu
jade-wolf likes this
inthemiddleoftheoceanfloor reblogged this from todosestaomortos
todosestaomortos reblogged this from vuduehprajacu
todosestaomortos likes this
vuduehprajacu reblogged this from cameliabarbut
vuduehprajacu likes this
cameliabarbut reblogged this from lovetheghost
lovetheghost posted this