The Wolf is Still With Us by PhoenixWerthan, literature
Literature
The Wolf is Still With Us
The Wolf is Still With Us
Back when the sky was red, in brisk mountains that lay on the heel of temperate steppes, which were padded with dark forests, a band of men and women in primitive clothing strutted about and did their primitive work. They would have been fair, had the fair Sun not envied them and bronzed their skin. Their houses were of stone and mud but not so simply built, and on an outcrop was a larger building, nicer built: a temple, with a smoothed stone altar in the middle. The sun was low but the sky still bright, and a couple of big, brawny men wearing bear skins like Heracles wore the Nemean Lion’s were holding rop
The Way of the World by PhoenixWerthan, literature
Literature
The Way of the World
Forward! I say,
Upward! Overcome!
And go under!
Thou hast nothing else.
Forward! I say,
For thee awaits no destination,
For thee awaits no goal,
But forward thou must’st go –
And under!
Walk up to that looking-glass,
Gaze upon that there –
Let the flame of thy soul flare up,
Clench thy hands into claws
And tear that down –
Then rise!
Thou canst have nothing else –
Become!
From death’s gulf springs new birth,
As in the spring of the Earth!
I command thee,
Go forth!
—
Become what? Go under what?
Thou sayest, I make no sense!
There is no what in my maddened word-glut,
I say ̵