Suffering unites all mortal flesh A mystic bond of pain, With little easement or surcease From gods or men to gain. It reigns coeval with the sway Of sin upon the race; A Job and a Prometheus bore It written on their face. Nor sex, nor age, nor rank exempts From its conscriptive law; None…
Pilgrim Notes
Just some observations about the world from a pilgrims point of view.
