Fillorkill
: metamigranten: our first interstellar visitor
?Oumuamua (/?o??mu???mu??/, Hawaiian: [?ow?muw??muw?] ) is the first and currently only interstellar object detected passing through the Solar System. Formally designated 1I/2017 U1, it was discovered by Robert Weryk using the Pan-STARRS telescope at Haleakala Observatory, Hawaii, on 19 October 2017, 40 days after it passed its closest point to the Sun
----------- seeing well in the dark is the major function of an owl's eyes
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Fillorkill
: historychannel: the aborigines of america
Black Indians are people of mixed Native American and African American heritage, who have strong ties to and identify as Native Americans.[3] Many Indigenous peoples of the Eastern Woodlands, such as the Narragansett, Pequot, Wampanoag, and Shinnecock, as well as tribes historically from the Southeast, such as Choctaw, Creek and Cherokee, have a significant degree of African ancestry and sometimes European ancestry as well.
----------- seeing well in the dark is the major function of an owl's eyes
The clock struck midnight And through my sleeping I heard a tapping at my door I looked but nothing Lay in the darkness And so I turned inside once more
To my amazement There stood a raven Whose shadow hung above my door Then through the silence It spoke the one word That I shall hear for evermore
Nevermore Thus quoth the raven, nevermore
And still the raven remains in my room No matter how much I implore No words can soothe him No prayer remove him And I must hear for evermore
Quoth the raven, nevermore Thus quoth the raven, nevermore
Quoth the raven, nevermore Thus quoth the raven, nevermore
Nevermore, nevermore, nevermore, never Nevermore, nevermore, never Nevermore, nevermore, never Nevermore, nevermore, nevermore, never Nevermore, nevermore, never Nevermore, nevermore, never Zur deutschen Übersetzung von The Raven
schönen Restsonntag, Carpe Diem! --- steer your way by Leonard Cohen
Steer your way past the ruins of the altar and the mall Steer your way through fables of creation and the fall Steer your way past the palaces that rise above the rot Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought
Steer your heart past the truth that you believed in yesterday Such as fundamental goodness and the wisdom of the way Steer your heart, precious heart, past the women whom you bought Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought Steer you way through the pain that is far more real than you That's smashed the cosmic model, that blinded every view And please don't make me go there, though there be a God or not Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought
They whisper still, the injured stones The blunted mountains weep As he died to make men holy Let us die to make things cheap And the Mea Culpa, which you probably forgot Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought
Steer your way, O my heart, though I have no right to ask To the one who was never, never equal to the task Who knows he's been convicted, who knows he will be shot Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought
They whisper still, the injured stones The blunted mountains weep As he died to make men holy Let us die to make things cheap And the Mea Culpa, which you gradually forgot Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought