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7 de may. de 2024 · C. Bradley Thompson. May 07, 2024. Share. Turning and turning in the widening gyre. The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere. The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst.
- C. Bradley Thompson
10 de may. de 2024 · Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere. The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst. Are full of passionate intensity. –William Butler Yeats, “The Second Coming” I can think of no better words than Yeats’ to describe the time and world in which we live.
12 de may. de 2024 · Sunday, May 12, 2024. I posted a portion of the second edition cover some months back. Since we are getting closer to the summer launch of the project, here is the cover art (minus text).
6 de may. de 2024 · Mere Anarchy RPG Monday, May 6, 2024 Here are some numbers from Far Away Land second edition Enchiridion of Awesome. 450+ pages. 19 chapters. 36 PC Heritage templates. 351 bestiary entries. 168 spells. 72 reagents. 55 premade magic items. 54 abilities. 36 NPC templates. 525+ pieces of full-color artwork (some of which is new and some ...
21 de may. de 2024 · Among some of the most famous existential poets is W.B. Yeats, an Irish poet who wrote about human suffering and our need for companionship. In his poem “The Second Coming”, he writes, “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold./Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”.
8 de may. de 2024 · 17 July 2018. 1.42k. Sixteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time (B) | Rev. Br Toby Lees ponders the divisions manifest in the world today, and asks if the centre can still hold. Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere. The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
12 de may. de 2024 · Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned; the best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. (from, “The Second Coming”) We are wearied by our waiting.
