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I'd rather be the liver of Prometheus than live in this illusion of deliverance The more you know, the more you're faced with ignorance and ignorance defeats you with experience I'd rather be the wings of Icarus and know the smell of burning feathers than have a tomb stone like the one of Sisyphus no longer strong to push it from the nether

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Burns

Thanks, Symbol... Now that you said that, the smell of burning feathers reminds me of a sensation you get when you do something you really like or enjoy; it may make you feel free but there is always a price to pay... Maybe the things we love the most end up killing us... but isn't that a good ending then?

2015-12-12T20:25:45+02:00