As waves upon my head the circling curl, So in the sacred dance weave ye and whirl. Dance then, O heart, a whirling circle be. Burn in this flame - is not the candle He?
--Rumi
"Come gentlemen let us celebrate. For the sun is rising over the city of Athens, let its warmth overtake us, it's power becomes us. For the day is as bright and promising as the gentlemen that stand before us. To love, to madness, to the soul, gentlemen, may the gods give us strength and grace us with their company."
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