In my motherland people kneel before wells.

In my motherland people pray to the crosses of flying birds.

A bone is a key to my people.

Among my people, only the dead have human faces.

- Valzhyna Mort
Everything fades so quickly, turns into legend, and soon oblivion covers it. And those are the ones who shone. The rest—“ unknown, unasked-for” a minute after death. What is “eternal” fame? Emptiness. Then what should we work for? Only this: proper understanding; unselfish action; truthful speech. A resolve to accept whatever happens as necessary and familiar, flowing like water from that same source and spring.
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations: A New Translation (4:33)
99 n quote on Agosto 07, 2017 / words.
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