I wanted to use the computer to erase myself.
Ryuichi Sakamoto, skmt (1999)

I wanted to use the computer to erase myself.
Ryuichi Sakamoto, skmt (1999)

Until three powerful and loving gods Came forth from the host unto the land; On the shore they found Ask and Embla, Helpless and without a destiny.
They had no spirit, no mind, No blood, no voice, no healthy color; Óðinn gave them spirit, Hœnir gave them mind, Lóðurr gave them blood and healthy color.
I know an ash tree that stands, Yggdrasill by name, A towering tree, misted with white moisture; From it comes the dew that falls into the dales, Standing ever green beside the well of Urðr.
Völuspá (Prophecy of the Seeress / The Poetic Edda) Stanzas 17–19
Where is for this inside an outside? On what woe lays one such linen? What sky is reflected inside the landlocked lake of these open roses, these careless roses, look:
how loose they in looseness lie, as could no trembling hand upset them ever.
They can barely keep themselves together; many let themselves go, let their innerspaces overflow and flow over into the days, which fuller and fuller glut themselves shut,
until every part of summer a room becomes, a room in a dream.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Das Rosen-Innern (1908)


When he devours the dry wood, Agni cannot be restrained. He sharpens his glowing tongues like a hatchet… He spreads over the hills with his blazing light, swallowing the brushwood, glowing with fierce passion.
Rig Veda, Mandala 1, Hymn 140, Verses 2 & 4
Luke 12:1–12 (NIV)