the centre cannot hold

The Second Coming - WB Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere  
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst  
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.  
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out  
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert  
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,  
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,  
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it  
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.  
The darkness drops again; but now I know  
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,  
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,  
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

the centre cannot hold

requested by anonymous

au in which kane hurts philip during the finale

aka little different set up than the climax scene but its fic so i can do what i want ay


Lukas’ eyes are sending the message to his brain. He can see the spot of blood blooming. His ears are, too. The shot is still ringing in his head, banging against his skull. His knees are saying, we hurt we hurt we hurt where they’re digging into the rocks.

He wants to ignore the messages. He needs to ignore them.

He can’t.

Philip was shot. Shot, as in with a gun. A bullet from a gun.

The world is black and white and the only color is the red seeping into the front of Philip’s gray shirt. Kane is talking, saying something, but Lukas can’t hear him anymore.

He needs to get to him. He needs to do something.

He shoves himself to his feet, letting a cry of pain as the stitches in his side split apart. The noise pulls Kane’s attention back to him, and he turns, finger slipping over the trigger. He lifts the gun, but Lukas doesn’t falter.

He doesn’t care about the gun. He cares about Philip. Philip, dying, his blood painting the gravel red.

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Peregrine Falcon–The Second Coming, Kachemak Bay, Homer, Alaska, July 22. 2016

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere  
The ceremony of innocence is drowned. (William Butler Yeats)

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

William Butler Yeats

‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre
   The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
   Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
   Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
   The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
   The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
   The best lack all conviction, while the worst
   Are full of passionate intensity.’

–from ‘The Second Coming’ by W.B. Yeats 

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre. The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned.The best lack all conviction, while the worst. Are full of passionate intensity.

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W.B. Yeats’s “The Second Coming,” arranged by Mohammed Fairouz and performed by Harmonium Choral Society.

   Turning and turning in the widening gyre
   The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
   Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
   Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
   The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
   The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
   The best lack all conviction, while the worst
   Are full of passionate intensity.

   Surely some revelation is at hand;
   Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
   The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
   When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
   Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
   A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
   A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
   Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
   Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
   The darkness drops again but now I know
   That twenty centuries of stony sleep
   Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
   And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
   Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
   The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
   Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
   Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
   The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
   The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
   The best lack all conviction, while the worst
   Are full of passionate intensity.
—  Yeats

THE SECOND COMING

   Turning and turning in the widening gyre
   The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
   Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
   Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
   The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
   The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
   The best lack all conviction, while the worst
   Are full of passionate intensity.

   Surely some revelation is at hand;
   Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
   The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
   When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
   Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
   A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
   A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
   Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
   Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

   The darkness drops again but now I know
   That twenty centuries of stony sleep
   Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
   And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
   Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

—  William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;


The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity

—  W.B. Yeats
a 2nd era tribunal summit
  • vivec: aurbis is a wheel
  • sotha sil: you’re wrong. aurbis is a cog
  • almalexia: uh
  • vivec: you’re wrong. aurbis is a wheel, the eight known worlds are its spokes and the sixteen realms of oblivion the spaces in between, and lorkhan is the centre that cannot hold
  • sotha si: no, youre wrong, the known worlds and oblivion are part of the body, and the centre that cannot hold is simply the hole through which an axle is threaded
  • almalexia: guys i think–
  • vivec: a cog needs to be interlocked with other things to fulfil its purpose, but aurbis is the whole! by naming aurbis a cog you suggest that its purpose is one that cannot be fulfiled, when the opposite is undeniably true!
  • sotha sil: your field of vision is too narrow. aurbis is interlocked with the kalpa before and the kalpa behind, they spin as cogs spin. aurbis is a cog.
  • almalexia: so you both recognize that akavir is invading us and we gotta–
  • vivec: but that suggests the kalpa before and the kalpa behind are in the same shape as aurbis! and you don’t account for the towers, where do the towers fit? only a faulty cog has protrusions but the towers are essential!!!
  • sotha sil: cogs may come in more shape than one and operate in more dimension than one. you think of a cog as a two-dimensional thing, but the truth is anything but that. your ignorance betrays you here, brother-sister. aurbis is a cog.
  • almalexia: i. ok. you know what, forget it, i’m just gonna go summon wulfharth, skyrim can deal with this, i give up
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
—  WB Yeats
The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre  
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere  
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst  
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.  
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out  
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert  
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,  
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,  
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it  
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.  
The darkness drops again; but now I know  
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,  
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,  
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

- William Butler Yeats