Music: Up the beach by Jane’s Addiction
XCVII
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
and then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.
The heroism we recite
would be a daily thing
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
for fear to be a king.
Emily Dickinson, Complete Poems, 1924. (Part one: Life)
gem :: braided eagle 