17 December 2011

The Field Where I Died

The wife is watching an X-Files marathon while we make christmas cookies. This was one of my favorite bits from that series:

The text is from an old Victorian poem by Robert Browning:

“  At times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages’ way,
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out — not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again.”
Paracelsus, Robert Browning


  1. There goes the weekend, X-files marathon for me too!!

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  3. Favorite episode of favorite series!! I love that one. Even though I have the entire series on DVD and it's on Netflix streaming, I'll still turn on a marathon! Yay!! :)


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