The greatest wealth is a poverty of desires.
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.
She had asked: What is he? A friend or an enemy? The alethiometer answered: He is a murderer. When she saw the answer, she relaxed at once. He could find food, and show her how to reach Oxford, and those were powers that were useful, but he might still have been untrustworthy or cowardly. A murderer was a worthy companion. She felt as safe with him as she'd done with Iorek Byrnison the armoured bear.
In order to live fully we may need to look deeply at our own suffering and at the suffering of others. In the depths of every wound we have survived is the strength we need to live. The wisdom our wounds can offer us is a place of refuge. Finding this is not for the faint of heart. But then, neither is life.
Live events are notorious for being pressure free. Stress free. It's all about just doing the match. Doing what you feel.
I used to have Mad Cow's disease, but I'm alright Nooooooooow.