“If the devil does not exist, and man has therefore created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness” - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“When once you have tasted flight you will always walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward: for there you have been and there you will always be.” -  Henry Van Dyke

“What a curious picture it is to find man, homo sapiens, of divine origin, we are told, seriously considering going underground to escape the consequences of his own folly.” -  J. William Fulbright

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.” - Edvard Munch

felixincognito:

My friend, my son, my big fella, Murderface Sandwich, passed away this morning, April 25, 2013, almost two weeks after turning five.

Murderface was my best friend. He saw me through some of the roughest moments, as well as some of my best. He wasn’t always the friendliest of friends, but he made it clear, whether he was following me room to room, waking me up everyday at 5am for breakfast, or sitting on my stomach, kneading away, that he appreciated my love and attention.

We drove halfway across the country together, through the desert, under the starry glow of the Milky Way. We spent countless lazy hours melting in the blue light of online streaming videos. He talked to me matter-of-factly, in that way only cats can: by meowing; only his meows conveyed a nuanced sense of emotion. Call me crazy, but I believe Murderface was a master of human inflection.

Murderface didn’t have the easiest life. His health was always rocky. Whether it was his bladder or his heart that was just too big, caring for him could be trying . At the snap of a finger, he would be at death’s door. But he defied the doctors’ expectations time after time, recovering from severe illness just as quickly as he was stricken, only to come back stronger and happier. This time, however, he was no longer up for it. He fought hard, but no amount of money or hospitalization could have saved him. His heart and his body had been through enough.

As he fell asleep for the last time, I held him, apologized, told him I loved him — but I also thanked him. I thanked him for trusting me, loving me, and for finding me.

I’m going to miss waking up to his warm body across my legs, the little chirp he made when I served his food, and I’m especially going to miss seeing him lounge on my shoes, your shoes, anyone’s shoes!

Goodbye, big guy. Wherever you are, I know you’ve finally found that comfortable spot you were always looking for…

Actually bothered me, this passing. I like cats.

“It’s no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase “As pretty as an airport” appear.” - Douglas Adams

“The few wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.” - Charles de Lint

“War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.” -  Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“The Knight’s bones are dust, / And his good sword rust; - / His soul is with the saints, I trust.” - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“The hero is one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by.” - Felix Adler