With their ship, the Horse, They ply the sea of grass, They stalk the walking mountains, With stones they make their beds.

Hard Wind
Sister with iron hooves
Together we shall travel steppes
that no man nor mount has seen
Courage will be my saddle
And your bridle shall be my faith in you …

i hate people who hate

The people of each country get more like the people of every other country. They have no character, no beauty, no ideals, no culture-nothing, nothing.”…
“Everything’s getting gray, and it’ll be grayer.

You walk between gods and men. Your choices are only between despair and hope!

The Peoples Champ