“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 Are full of passionate intensity.”
William Butler Yeats
Whoa!
That’s some inspiring writing right there.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed.
I could read that poem a thousand times and it would never get old.
What rough beast, its hour come round at last, is slouching toward Bethlehem to be born.