/lit/ - Literature

>>11132605
I'm a pretty good companion, mostly just because. Not miraculous, but my possibility is spectacular.

>>11067706
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>>11040649
Thick loads of questioning burst agency's womb to conceive that child.

>>11027782
I can't believe people don't talk about him more, but Merlin has captured my imagination since childhood. The idea of a righteous master manipulator is so denigrated today that people miss the beauty and complexity of a character that sees spectacle and speech working above mightmakesright. Merlin is the soothsayer your prayers elicit from the gods. Seek him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzSQDuMI7WE

These should get you going, but I'd also recommend travelling by foot for long periods during readings so as to have ample time to have the works do what is needed in the background of your consciousness. It takes some time and this will require some money, but the rewards are many. Expect to be challenged and thwarted, expect chaos and mischief. Try to dance with Loki if he gets persistent, but don't drink with him whatever you do.

Here's a soundtrack.

>>10960475
The end of this will is the beginning of its destruction. It is to be not a god, but to feast on one as a pregnant mother deer will not only abort a child but do so to feast from what it is and what it will become.

And it is only a fool that believes his individual will is a point of agency.

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>>10817004
Privacy and silence restores more than an individual because it restores those with eyes who mistakenly view themselves as imbued with an objective eye, that of a god or an ideal fantasy of a worshipper. Without either privacy or silence both are condemned. Turn your cheek.

>>10772546
Adaptive, responsive, entrepreneurial.

But you can call me Master....

>>10704671
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPe8gLe8OXk

Through the midst of inhospitable, wild woods,

where men at arms go at great risk,

I go safely, since nothing can frighten me

except that sun whose rays are alive with love:

and I go singing (oh, my unwise thoughts!)

of her whom heaven cannot set distant from me,

whom I have in my vision, and seem to see

women and girls with her, and they are beech and fir.

I seem to hear her, hearing the branches and breeze,

and the leaves, and the birds lamenting, and the water

murmuring, running through the green grass.

Rarely did silence, and solitary awesomeness

of shadowy woodland ever please me so:

if only too much of my sunlight were not lost.