- robot: i don't understand. what is... love?
- scientist: oh... well. i. love is-
- robot: ahahaha i'm just fucking with you. anyway i found some cool swords online i want you to buy for me
When in the night there comes a creeping,
Oozing, slinking, dripping, seeping
Sort of sucking sound,
I close my eyes and to my surprise
I find there under lids of lead
the awful dread
that silence never sleeps.
“It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.” - The Ainulindale