Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be men who dare to mix heaven, hell, purgatory, and faery land together, or even to set the heads of beasts to the bodies of men, or to thrust the souls of men into the heart of rocks? Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.” -From the Celtic Twilight -by: William Butler Yeats
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