song: bloody poetry by grieves
"But what else can we do when we are so weak? We invest hours each day, months each year, years each lifetime in something over which we have no control; is it any wonder then, that we are reduced to creating ingenious but bizarre liturgies designed to give us the illusion that we are powerful after all, just as every other primitive community has done when faced with a deep and apparently impenetrable mystery?"
That is from the book I am reading Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby really good the writing is incredible.
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