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Art and power will go on as they have done,--will make day out of
night, time out of space, read more
Art and power will go on as they have done,--will make day out of
night, time out of space, and space out of time.
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.
And so we stand here motionless, waiting for the bitter end of all that is beautiful in this world; hoping read more
And so we stand here motionless, waiting for the bitter end of all that is beautiful in this world; hoping only that the futures power will shed light on a new and wonderful destiny.
For rarely man escapes his destiny.
[It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]
For rarely man escapes his destiny.
[It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]
I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There's only now, there's read more
I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There's only now, there's only here. Give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
the fish that read more
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
the fish that hath fed of that worm.
Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is read more
Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.