Sun Songs

[sdi]

And if the whirling spindle of the fates
Threats from the starry webs pernicion dire,
Thy sounding shafts with force resistless send,
And vanquish ere it fall th' impending ill.

(Proclus, Hymn to Helios, as translated by Thomas Taylor)

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What it all comes down to
 Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine—!
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
 And the other one is giving a high five!

(Alanis Morisette, One Hand in my Pocket)