Kindle the magic flame.

Heya all,
Taking a brief respite from pretty draining times of late. Hoping all dear souls are keeping well, too.
Here then, our weekend rendezvous.
Do take care all & Wishes, minerva*

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Via 3 Quarks Daily:

World Builder, a short film by Bruce Branit.

A beautifully poignant tribute to the human Imagination, our human endeavours (of Sci-fi/ technology) & of course, at the end of all things, our purest passions (of love, humanity).

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Via Bartleby.com:

A New Theme

By George William (A.E.) Russell

I fain would leave the tender songs
I sang to you of old,
Thinking the oft-sung beauty wrongs
The magic never told.

And touch no more the thoughts, the moods,
That win the easy praise;
But venture in the untrodden woods
To carve the future ways.

Though far or strange or cold appear
The shadowy things I tell,
within the heart the hidden seer
Knows and remembers well.

I think that in the coming time
The hearts and hopes of men
The mountain tops of life shall climb,
The gods return again.

I strive to blow the magic horn
It feebly murmureth;
Arise on some enchanted morn,
Poet, with God’s own breath!

And sound the horn I cannot blow,
And by the secret name
Each exile of the heart will know
Kindle the magic flame.

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