Each of us bears his own Hell.
Facilis descensus Averni.
Spoke and rose to full height, sword in air,
Then cleft the man’s brow square between the temples
Cutting his head in two — a dreadful gash
Between the cheeks all beardless. Earth resounded
Quivering at the great shock of his weight
As he went tumbling down in all his armor,
Drenched with blood and brains; in equal halves
His head hung this and that way from his shoulders.
Nunc scio quit sit amor.
So Aeneas pleaded, his face streaming tears.
Three times he tried to fling his arms around his neck,
three times he embraced–nothing…the phantom
sifting through his fingers,
light as wind, quick as a dream in flight.
Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem – (Latin – written 19 BC)
The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all…
For they conquer who believe they can.
Amor onia vincit.
Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore
Mind moves matter.