Shared values, beliefs, traditions and goals are not 'imaginary lines'.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"— Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— 'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never—nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting— "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
ou are correct about one, and only one thing, I am pretty much arguing with myself at this point because all you do is engage in these childish, avoidant, cowardly, distraction tactics and whining about how my perfectly coherent and logical sentences are apparently too complicated for you to read since you claim you cannot understand them. They are not even remotely incoherent, so if you cannot understand them, that’s on you: perhaps come back when you’ve made it through grade school. In the meantime, your childish, cowardly deflection tactics really are not fooling anyone
Mr. Poopybuthole, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever read.
At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this forum is now dumber for having read it.
I award you no internet points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
At this point you might as well be arguing with yourself. Everything you accuse me of you are guilty of also (or moreso). Your rants are incoherent and senseless, I fear anyone reading what you are writing may suffer from instant eye-cancer. Thanks for that clever guy.
Quit talking about yourself 😝
No, I think your position of being aggressive and angry at people for posting theories in a ‘Conspiracy theory’ forum constitutes you needing to go outside, get some fresh air, and have a good long think about the things that really matter to you on this earth.
Personally, I find the fact that your blood pressure gets higher with every online comment you read is hilarious! Can’t feel good for you though. Relax, your heart health and life-span will thank you.
Have fun out there little buddy.
Sure it does. You sound unhinged and lonely. Make friends in the real world, it will do you good.
Take care, my psychotic friend 👌
Ah, trolling over here too, I see. What a life.
Do you live in reality? Your cognitive dissonance must be strong. I read the comments again, all I can take away is that you’re a bafoon.
Still, I wish you a great day 👍
Haha 😂 I repeatedly insulted someone? I threw a tantrum?
Deflection much? lol
What a little snowflake.
Please keep embarrassing yourself. This is hilarious.
Such a pleasant fellow aren’t you. Please, try to insult me more; it really bolsters your arguments and makes you seem super extra-credible.
I’m jolly impressed, anyway, I can tell you that.
Do you offer lessons on how to behave like such an intelligent, sharp-witted, deep-thinking, upstanding member of society? I clearly need to learn from you.
Again, I wish you a great day (and life). It’s a shame that people of your disposition rarely enjoy either.
Love to you ❤️
You are sure full of a lot of hot air aren’t you.
When?… You’ll see.
I don’t have dates; only eyes and ears to see what’s happening around me. Look yourself, you might see too. Drain the hate from your veins and you might be able to see a lot clearer.
This isn’t all about Trump. He had a small, but significant, part to play. It’s about us now, and we’re taking the world back, whether you believe it or not.
The world is waking up. Switch off your tv and talk to people. It’s beautiful. Have a great day.
Yeah, maybe. You’ll see.
It’s called the fog of war. Confuse the enemy. The only publicity the MSM will give trump is negative publicity, so Trump plays on that. You’ll see.
Thank you for the clarification. Gonna go watch some vids on these military trade shows. Sounds impressive, and somewhat worrying.
Forgive me, but why is it that saying other countries can reverse-engineer technology is either retarted or something a youth might say?
I wholeheartedly agree. You appear to have an understanding of language that makes me envious.
Yes. Lots of successful billionaire ex-presidents are incompetent and unqualified.
How are your billions looking?
There is a magazine article where J'aime LesEnfants talked about storing their tomatoes in the basement of Commit Pizza (CP again!) after the harvest.
Technically, the shot of the microphones going through his hands was a studio glitch video SHOULDN'T have been ignored. Personally, I'm not sure that another studio glitch video that shouldn't be ignored would change things.
Qorrect
The article shown in this tweet is nearly 3 years old.