It Is Strange, Is It Not, How

There Is A Word In Old English Which Belongs Wholly To That Civilization - "dustsceawung," Meaning Contemplation Of Dust. It Is A True Image Of The Anglo-saxon Mind, Or At Least An Echo Of That Consciousness Which Considered Transcience And Loss To Be Part Of The Human Estate; It Was A World In Which Life Was Uncertain And The Principal Diety Was Fate Or Destiny Or "wyrd."

The Endless Chatter Of This Journey Had Wearied Me.

The World Is A Sea In Which We All Must Surely Drown.

I Am In The Pitte, But I Have Gone So Deep That I Can See The Brightness Of The Starres At Noon.

I Saw A Ghost Once, About 20 Years Ago. It Took The Form Of Someone Coming Out Of A Sleeping Body And Sitting At The Foot Of The Bed.