“The natural progress of things is for liberty to yield, and government to gain ground.”
May his memory be a blessing.
Carried through many nations and over many seas,I arrive, brother, for these wretched funeral ritesso that I might present you with the last tribute of deathand speak in vain to silent ash,since Fortune has carried you, yourself, away from me.Alas, poor brother, unfairly taken away from me,now in the meantime, nevertheless, these things which in the ancient custom of ancestorsare handed over as a sad tribute to the rites,receive, dripping much with brotherly weeping.And forever, brother, hail and farewell.- Catullus, Ave atque vale
Hang in there ASM.
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