We Become What We Think About Most Of The Time, And That’s The Strangest Secret. #life #happy #quotes

Want but couldn’t find

Belt from Beastman caravan on facebook.com

The spread of the black death.

Time not important.

Only Life.

Ancient yew trees either side of the North porch of the 1000 year old St. Edward’s church, Stow-on-the-Wold, England.

“Do Vietnam veterans feel guilty? Only one individual in ten ever fired a shot in anger. Even Marines in the field rarely knew if they hit anything. Rambo has “59 confirmed kills,” first tour, and scores another 90 during the film, for a total of 149, not counting blood trails, civilians, and water buffalo. My own score was perhaps more typical. In Vietnam I fired more rounds than the Stonewall Brigade fired at the Battle of Gettysburg. I was highly motivated, but my body count was a standing joke: I killed as many of them as they did of me. Looking back with flawless hindsight, I hope I hit nothing but trees, and I hope the trees lived. If I did kill a human being in Vietnam, it was a tragic accident or self-defense; I regret it, but I do not apologize.”

— Gustav Hasford, “Vietnam Means Never Having to Say You’re Sorry,” in Penthouse, June 1987

“All Joy reminds. It is never a possession, always a desire for something longer ago or further away or still ‘about to be’.” ~C.S. Lewis

When people ask why we work so hard to create the images we share, this is our answer. A desire for something longer ago or further away or still ‘about to be’. That is Joy.

📷 @emoryjacob (at The Vales of Ithilien)