Nobody Will Believe
Reach out, spit on the ground, wooden well, iron spell, if I lie I go to hell…
Reach out, spit on the ground, wooden well, iron spell, if I lie I go to hell…
You don’t need any help, except of yourself. Find you, be a builder of light.
The biological cycle is built on death which rots the body and nourishes life.
Those who bother me are removed. Conversely, my helpers are rewarded.
The conquest of the unknown is fraught with risks. People prefer the mundane.
Religion creates a bond between its followers. It also binds. The believer isn’t free.
Did Fabre d’Olivet have a presentiment of the existence of an original language?