Milton’s beauty surpassed many at Cambridge, earning him the title "the Lady" of his college. It may be argued, then, that Satan — of equal beauty and grandeur — once fallen is the blind Milton. Lost from his greatest power, Satan does not mourn, but raises up pandemonium with his fellow fallen, waging “eternal Warr” with “the Tyranny of Heav’n”. When blinded, robbed of his reading ability, Milton did not suffer it; rather, he composed, arguably, the greatest epic in English.
So HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOHN!
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Went to go grab a beer, came back to this… Majestic as fuck.
Happy Mawr-Mawr Monday! :3
A snowflake, you glided
into my hand and remained;
but winter was brief and my palm
was left for tears.
Evil does not tenant every lachrymosity.
This is the kind of snow you
can barely hear, and oh, when
it lands, it quietly crashes, and
the whole world feels the flakes
falling in love on their eye lashes.
[leaves this here and backs away]
Bless. This. Post.