Humankind is but the pieces in a game, plastic soldiers waging war between boy gods.

We are souls, eternal and perfect, captains of our mystic ships: gods and goddesses of our universe. We are beautiful, we pearls of grit. We, the ember of everything. Our uniqueness IS what makes us special, and the expression of it is our gift to the rest of us. In order to feel happy and fulfilled, we must honour our own personal brand of creativity... let it out into the world... BE who we came here to BE.

Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods_But even the great can tremble with fear.Even the great can fall

To be angry at the gods is to scream at the stars. Even if they hear, they will not stop shining.

It made the woman feel like a thousand seas had come together from all worlds, like faraway lands had been bridged together, and the vastness of the known and the unknown were somehow easier to comprehend.

Hermes visited him in the Underworld a few days before the spring equinox festival, cajoling Hades to come to it.Hades wandered across the fields with him, Kerberos limping along at his side. __o one wants the god of death at their fertility festival.___ure they do. I__e heard plenty of girls sighing over your tasty darkness.___asty darkness. Really.