O Fortuna from Carmina Burana By Carl Orff

O Fortuna velut luna statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis; vita detestabilis nunc obdurat et tunc curat ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem. Sors immanis et inanis, rota tu volubilis, status malus, vana salus semper dissolubilis, obumbrata et velata michi quoque niteris; nunc per ludum dorsum nudum fero tui sceleris. Sors salutis et virtutis michi nunc contraria, est affectus et defectus semper in angaria. Hac in hora sine mora corde pulsum tangite; quod per sortem sternit fortem, mecum omnes plangite!

O Fortune, variable as the moon, always dost thou wax and wane. Detestable life, first dost thou mistreat us, and then, whimsically, thou heedest our desires. As the sun melts the ice, so dost thou dissolve both poverty and power. Monstrous and empty fate, thou, turning wheel, art mean, voiding good health at thy will. Veiled in obscurity, thou dost attack me also. To thy cruel pleasure I bare my back. Thou dost withdraw my health and virtue; thou dost threaten my emotion and weakness with torture. At this hour, therefore, let us pluck the strings without delay. Let us mourn together, for fate crushes the brave.

On The Fringe

The unknown, though shrouded in a blanket of mystery isn't completely incomprehendable; just like the outermost layer of the flame, which though invisible to the human eyes produces a more profound effect than those regions of a flame that are visible. That my friends is the hidden power of the fringe sciences and that is precisely why I chose to pursue a career in biotechnology. (But honestly speaking, my Bachelors degree is, was and will always be a collossal waste of time).

Tomorrow

	The moon speaks faintly in a voice audible to no one. The repeating rising and falling of the tides are the scene of the moon's vanishing memory.
	The stars record arcanely in a script decipherable to no one. From the swirls of infinite words, billions of books are born.
	To me, the sky is too vast, and time is too swift. Without knowing anything, I'm gathering words in vain, which only end up rotting in the earth.
	Yet still, I will clamor. Not even knowing why, I raise my voice. May my echo continue up into the celestial space. Then, a new sun will eventually rise as well.
	The moon speaks faintly in a voice audible to no one. The repeating rising and falling of the tides are the scene of the moon's vanishing memory.
	The stars record arcanely in a script decipherable to no one. From the swirls of infinite words, billions of books are born.
	To me, the sky is too vast, and time is too swift. Without knowing anything, I'm gathering words in vain, which only end up rotting in the earth.
	Yet still, I will clamor. Not even knowing why, I raise my voice. May my echo continue up into the celestial space. Then, a new sun will eventually rise as well.
	The despicable darkness answered me, saying that no one has ever seen the future. I reach my hands into the empty sky, and grasp the cold wind.
	Oh, despair, blow through me! All dreams and agonies will become the past. In the faint twilight above the snoozing earth, I walk forward towards the tomorrow that's not yet visible.

Man, The Image Of God; The King Of The Creation

Lead two sheep to the butcher's,
Nay, say, two oxen to the slaughterhouse,
And make one even slightly comprehend, even sans complete accuracy that his companion will not be visiting the creator abode,
The sheep, though suffering greatly due to the pressure arising from its proximity to the perfect probability of being purged,
Bleat for pleasure, the ox will bellow with joy.
But man;
man, whom God is supposed to have created in his own image;
man, upon whom God is supposed to have laid his first, his sole commandment, to love his neighbor;
man, to whom God has given a voice to express his thoughts; what is his first cry when he hears that his fellow man is saved? A blasphemy.
Honor to man, this masterpiece of nature, this king of the creation.

Ambrosia

Judge everything in this wonderful world for yourself, signore e signori judge, but do not confine yourself to one trial. Like everything else, we must habituate the senses to a fresh impression, gentle or violent, sad or joyous. There is a struggle in nature against divine substances, in nature which is not made for joy and clings to pain. Nature subdued must yield in the combat, the dream must succeed to reality, and then the dream reigns supreme, then the dream becomes life, and life becomes the dream. But what changes occur! It is only by comparing the pains of actual being with the joys of the assumed existence, that you would desire to live no longer, but to dream thus forever. When you return to this mundane sphere from your visionary world, you would seem to leave a Neapolitan spring for a Lapland winter; to quit paradise for earth, heaven for hell.

The Path To Illumination

Misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect as compression 


is needed to explode gunpowder. Captivity sometimes brings mental faculties to a focus much 


like that from the collision of clouds electricity is produced; from electricity, lightning and 


from lightning, illumination."

A Serenade To The Night (By Vincent Gray)

It's getting late now,
I am wide awake now,
A lover's moon on the rise.

I am feeling restless,
A little breathless.
Will you be coming tonight?

In the dark, I listen,
Every moment wishing,
I'll hear you knocking at my door.

Back in the alley,
Stray dogs are howling,
I'll serenade through the night. (A serenade to the night).

Winds turning colder,
Starting to wonder,
Am I just wasting my time?

Darling, how I worry,
Baby won't you hurry,
I need you near me,
I need your sweet talk to cheer me.
Tell me you want me,
Tell me you need me,
Tell me you still feel the same.
You know you want me,
Just need reassuring,
Tell me you love me again.
.
Love is what I've prayed for, (Love is why I am here for),
Give me your love,
All of your love.
Love is why I am there for,
Give me your love,
All of your love, tonight,
Give me your love, tonight.

On every corner,
The same old story,
Somebody's telling a lie.
Somebody's laughing,
Somebody's crying,
Somebody's lonely tonight.

Must you keep me waiting,
When my heart is breaking,
I need you near me,
I need your sweet talk to cheer me.
Tell me you want me,
Tell em you need me,
Tell me you still feel the same.
You know you want me,
Just need reassuring,
Tell me you love me again.

Love is what I've prayed for, (Love is why I am here for),
Give me your love,
All of your love.
Love is why I am there for,
Give me your love,
All of your love, tonight,
Give me your love, tonight.
Give me your love, tonight.
Give me your love, tonight.
I need you baby, tell me you love me.
Give me your love, tonight.
Give me your love, tonight.