Thrice, we paid the tithe.

 We are disappointed. Humanity can only reach so far by stretching it’s hand, and the filaments of harmony in the firmament of thought leaves us convinced that a strand of hair ill placed will either create a nation or destroy one. We bluster and speak in a sonorous voice out of pride, but let us not forget that the trees are our masters, and that, so far as they are concerned, we are their livestock, their dairy cows, and their draft animals. An exploding star is a powerful sight to behold, but what about a king carrying a orb made of English soil? Etymologists are speaking drivel when they say that england is derived from angle. England, Firstly, foremostly, and everlastingly, is derived from angel. Indeed, we don’t dare build a rocket before calling ourselves that, because it will then disintegrate. The Roman’s nurtured england, and we, in turn, have to learn to nurture the world, for bread and butter, once eaten, does not recreate itself, but information fed to the brain could provide room and board for anything with a consciousness. You are nothing to me, because that is something that not even divinity can exceed.