☢ A Heap of Broken Images ☢

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). The Waste Land. 1922 iframe#tumblr_controls{position:fixed !important;} .gatherfollowers { -moz-border-radius: 2px 2px 2px 2px; border-radius:2px; -webkit-border-radius: 2px 2px 2px 2px; background: none repeat scroll 0 0 rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.38); border: 1px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.18); color: #f55b38 !important; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0 rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.08); -moz-box-sizing: border-box; -moz-user-select: none; cursor: pointer; font: 600 13px/18px "Helvetica Neue","HelveticaNeue",Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; height: 20px; outline: 0 none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0 5px; position: fixed; top: 45px; /*increase this value if you already have a link in the top right corner of your blog*/ right: 5px; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap; z-index: 1000000; } .gatherfollowers:hover{ background: none repeat scroll 0 0 rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.25); } .gatherfollowers:visited{ color: ##ff7e57 !important; } Get More Followers sc_hit(742091,71,8); Tumblr Hit Counter