by ~Demonic Moon Curse~ » Mon Jan 07, 2013 3:12 pm
As Moon ran, she relented how there were seemingly so many cats dying left and right. That wasn't right.
{Can some cat realize that Moon is missing sometime or another? Not right now, cause of the trauma, but later, when the trauma is over w/?}
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.