steely - phil

steel-y (adj.) - resembling steel in color, brightness, or strength; coldly determined; hard phil. (-abbr.) - philosophy; philosophical

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Theme from “Sex and Fury” (1971)

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A lot of questions, Number One. Damn few answers.

Captain Picard, S2:E13 - Time Squared

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Filled with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain. Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies Come to life and fade away. What care I how time advances; I am drinking ale today.

Edgar Allen Poe

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Thank you for the world so sweet, Thank you for the food we eat. Thank you for the birds that sing, Thank you God for everything.

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Black Harrier, Manyeleti Game Preserve, South Africa, 2015

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Man, being reasonable, must get drunk. The best of life is but intoxication.

Lord Byron

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Since I grew weary of the search I taught myself to find instead Since cross winds caused my ship to lurch I sail with all winds straight ahead.

Nietzsche, The Gay Science, poems

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Beautiful the chance that our souls may never die.

Miguel de Unamuno

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Even yet thou art to me No bird but an invisible thing A voice, a mystery.

Wordsworth, “To the Cuckoo”

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“They Are Not Long” - Ernest Dowson Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam.(Horace, Odes 1.4.15) They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate; I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses, Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.

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Get ahead and keep sprinting.

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Then we sat on the sand for some time and observed How the oceans that cover the world were perturbed By the tides from the orbiting moon overhead ‘How relaxing the sound of the waves is,’ you said. I began to expound upon tidal effects When you asked me to stop, looking somewhat perplexed. So I did not explain why the sunset turns red And we watched the occurrence, in silence, instead.

"A Sunset Bloom", Lt. Comm. Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation (S6E05: “Schisms”)

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At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware.

“The Darkling Thrush”, Thomas Hardy

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Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning Satan shutters and says “Oh shit… he’s awake!”

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