"Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .
Then God is not dead"

[Agalloch , In the shadow of our pale companion ]

"Warum arbeiten Sie in der Anatomie ?"
"Ach wissen Sie, ich mag offene Menschen."

Quae medicamenta non sanant, ferrum sannat. Quae ferrum non sanant, ignis sanant