A Quote

"There is some powerful mystery between all these perfect, solid things... and that is my God. My God is what I don't know."

--The One Electronic, from Rice Boy by Evan Dahm.

Winter is upon us.

"The winter light is pale and bright
And so the serpent basks,
The Beast is bowed beneath the plow,
The djinn rest in their flasks,
The craftsman's made to fit his trade,
The workers match their tasks,
On snowy floor, we waltz the score,
We masquers are our masks."

--White Wolf's Winter Masques.

For being from a game - as far as I can find, the White Wolf people wrote it themselves - this is a surprisingly evocative poem. Don't you think?