Desert View, Grand Canyon|jonihedinger

Desert View, Grand Canyon | jonihedinger

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A Various List of pdfs for Books and Short Stories

Paradise Lost

The Divine Comedy 

Faust

The Picture of Dorian Gray

Salome

The Great Gatsby

The Silmarillion 

The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe

The Complete Works of William Shakespeare 

His Dark Materials

Phantom of the Opera

The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde

The Complete Works of H.P. Lovecraft

Through the Gates of the Silver Key (sequel to Lovecraft’s The Silver Key)

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Queen of the Damned

Carmilla

The Monkey’s Paw

The Yellow Wallpaper

The Most Dangerous Game

The Gift of the Magi

A Rose for Emily

The Leader

Lamb to the Slaughter

The Rocking-Horse Winner

Ancient Greek Philosophy

The Secret Teachings of All Ages

The Emerald Tablets of Thoth

A comforting thought

Five thousand years ago, the Sumerians called the night ngi, the stars mul, and the moon Nanna.

Four thousand years ago, the Akkadians called the night mūšu, the stars kakkabū, and the moon Sîn.

Three thousand years ago, the Hittites called the night išpanza, the stars haštereš, and the moon Arma.

Two and a half thousand years ago, the Greeks called the night nux, the stars astra, and the moon Selênê.

Two thousand years ago, the Romans called the night nox, the stars stellae, and the moon Luna.

Kings and queens and heroes looked up at them. So did travelers coming home, and little children who sneaked out of bed. So did slaves, and mothers and soldiers and old shepherds, and Sappho and Muršili and Enheduanna and Socrates and Hatshepsut and Cyrus and Cicero. In this darkness it didn’t matter who they were, or where they stood. Only that they were human.

Think of that tonight, when you close your window. You are not alone. You share this night sky with centuries of dreamers and stargazers, and people who longed for quiet. Are you anxious? The Hittites were too: they called it pittuliyaš. Does your heart ache? The Greeks felt it too: they called it akhos. Those who look up to the stars for comfort are a family, and you belong to them. Your ancestors have stood under Nanna, Sîn, Arma, Selênê and Luna for five thousand years. Now its light is yours.

May it soothe you well.

9-11-20