The hour is late.

( – promoted by buhdydharma )

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

-Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear, Dune

Night dreams through a moon age darkly

That the breath of something powerful is near

And it travels up the shattered road to eden

Breaking down the barrier of the fear

It stimulates the space that lies between us

Our two spirits through the senses of touch and feel

It maybe sanity that tells us what we’re feeling

But only love

Can tell us what is real

It’s not too late

East of edens gate

We’d rather learn to love than hate

Its tired and we’re getting late

The world is spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning

The hour is late

-Saruman, Lord of the Rings, the Twin Towers


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  1. (Side note — the author of the essay is an ATHEIST).

    • RiaD on July 18, 2010 at 2:12 pm


    • Robyn on July 19, 2010 at 4:31 am

    Who feel that life is but a joke.

    But you and I, we’ve been through that,

    And this is not our fate.

    So let us not talk falsely now,

    The hour is getting late.”  

  2. remarkable agility look back upon ourselves, squeezing infinity into a tiny flash of transient thought. So why would man, as a self conscious animal on this revolving, spinning, life begetting, freak speck of celestial dust, work so hard to threaten his own existence?

    Perhaps “he” just can’t deal with his utter insignificance. And since he can’t complain to the stars or the trees or the fish or the worms, he pounds his [modern] chest to his fellow primates and fights for all the bananas he can; plastic bananas, paper bananas, electronic bananas, any kind of banana that reminds him of a real banana (with labels of course).

    But heck. Is the real thing not sweet enough? Maybe not.

    Maybe so. Time to make up his mind. Time to get real. Time to grow up. Time isn’t going to give us any special coupons to redeem at our leisure.


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