They were two human primates carrying another primate. One was the master of the earth, or at least believed himself to be, and the other was a nimble dweller in trees, a cousin of the master of the earth. Both species, the human and the monkey, were in the presence of another life form, which was older and more powerful than either of them, and was a dweller in blood.
Those who are most sensitive about "politically incorrect" terminology are not the average black ghetto-dweller, Asian immigrant, abused woman or disabled person, but a minority of activists, many of whom do not even belong to any "oppressed" group but come from privileged strata of society.
Theodore J. Kaczynski
Although you may not stumble across a Martian in the garden, you might stumble across yourself. The day that happens, you'll probably also scream a little. And that'll be perfectly all right, because it's not every day you realize you're a living planet dweller on a little island in the universe.
...our cities of the present lack the outstanding symbol of national community which, we must therefore not be surprised to find, sees no symbol of itself in the cities. The inevitable result is a desolation whose practical effect is the total indifference of the big-city dweller to the destiny of his city.
The best moments on earth are those during which we meditate upon heavenly things in general, when we recognize or defend the truth, that heavenly dweller and denizen. Only then do we truly live. Therefore, the essential interests of the soul require that we should oftener rise above the earth, upwards to heaven, where is our true life, our true country, which shall have no end.
John of Kronstadt
I was a dweller amid shadows grim: Till FREEDOM touched my yearning eyes, and lo! Life in a shining circle, rounding rose, As heaven on heaven goes up the jewell'd night. New floods of passionate life swirl'd at my heart, Like Ocean-surges rolling round the world: And FREEDOM was my glittering Bride.
Before we invented civilization our ancestors lived mainly in the open out under the sky. Before we devised artificial lights and atmospheric pollution and modern forms of nocturnal entertainment we watched the stars. There were practical calendar reasons of course but there was more to it than that. Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away.
In place of a world, there is a city, a point, in which the whole life of broad regions is collecting while the rest dries up. In place of a type-true people, born of and grown on the soil, there is a new sort of nomad, cohering unstably in fluid masses, the parasitical city dweller, traditionless, utterly matter-of-fact, religionless, clever, unfruitful, deeply contemptuous of the countryman and especially that highest form of countryman, the country gentleman.
This time, I sat next to a pixie girl called Takara, who had pinkish hair and wore a bright pink dress to match. She was the first forest-dweller I had seen wearing jewellery: she was wearing a necklace and bracelet of finely worked crystal beads. When she noticed my interest, she removed her bracelet and held it out to me. 'Sophiel, I would be so pleased if you would wear this!' I was surprised by this kind and very selfless gesture; after all, I had not been admiring her jewels with any intention of asking her to part with them! 'You're very kind, Takara, but I was merely admiring your handiwork!' I said, trying politely to refuse her gift. 'Mitsuko told me that you make your jewellery yourself. You're very talented, they're really lovely pieces, but I wouldn't want to take them away from you. It's you that makes these jewels really beautiful!
The same is true of stories and legends that haunt urban space like superfluous or additional inhabitants. They are the object of a witch-hunt, by the very logic of the techno-structure. But [the extermination of proper place names] (like the extermination of trees, forests, and hidden places in which such legends live) makes the city a 'suspended symbolic order.' The habitable city is thereby annulled. Thus, as a woman from Rouen put it, no, here 'there isn't any place special, except for my own home, that's all... There isn't anything.' Nothing 'special': nothing that is marked, opened up by a memory or a story, signed by something or someone else. Only the cave of the home remains believable, still open for a certain time to legends, still full of shadows. Except for that, according to another city-dweller, there are only 'places in which one can no longer believe in anything.
Michel de Certeau
A vision of the Shining One swirling into our world, a monstrous, glorious flaming pillar of incarnate, eternal Evil-of people passing through its radiant embrace into that hideous, unearthly life-in-death which I had seen enfold the sacrifices-of armies trembling into dancing atoms of diamond dust beneath the green ray's rhythmic death-of cities rushing out into space upon the wings of that other demoniac force which Olaf had watched at work-of a haunted world through which the assassins of the Dweller's court stole invisible, carrying with them every passion of hell-of the rallying to the Thing of every sinister soul and of the weak and the unbalanced, mystics and carnivores of humanity alike; for well I knew that, once loosed, not any nation could hold the devil-god for long and that swiftly its blight would spread!
MOB AFFILIATED BABY, LIKE I'M A GOTTI LLAMA BY ME, I RHYME LIKE I'M SOME KIND OF KAMIKAZE I'M THE HEAD OF THIS RAP SHIT I GOT A LOT OF BACK LIKE BUFFIE TRUST ME, PLUS, I'M THE BODY I'M THE GOD YOU SUPERMAN THAN I'M THE CZAR I DON'T RAP, I COMMIT LYRICAL HOMICIDE MAKE NIGGAS FEEL LIKE THEY ON THE SET OF AMISTAD I GOT IT LOCKED YOU AT A FUNERAL IF I'M A CRY YOU WANNA SEE SOME REAL SHIT? LOOK AT ME AROUND THE EYES I'LL TURN YOUR PREVIOUS STATUS INTO A NOW DEMISE WHOEVER SLEEPIN' ON NICKLE I SPIT FORMALDEHYDE WRITE YOUR WHOLE ALBUM HIGH OR DRUNK, IT'S WHAT I ADVERTISE THEY SAY I AIN'T BLEW UP BECAUSE OF SABOTAGE AND THAT I PUT TOO MUCH TIME INTO EATIN' RAPPER GUYS I'M STILL HUNGRY THESE NIGGAS AIN'T EVEN APPETIZERS AFTER I'M FINISHED EATIN' THEM, I HAVE AN AFTER ARTIST I HAVE TO CALL YOU RETARDED YOU THINK YOU HALF THE ARTIST I AM I AIN'T BUY HIM? C'MON MY NIGGA HE'S THE SELLER IF HE GETS ANY FLIER HE'S GONNA NEED PROPELLERS THIS RAP SHIT IS HIS HOUSE IN FACT HE'S THE CELLAR THE UNDERGROUND IS HIS SANCTUM BOY HE'S A DWELLER HE ONLY GO UP THEM STAIRS WHEN IT'S TIME TO EAT NIGGAS GO MUTE WHENEVER IT'S HIS TIME TO SPEAK YOU WANNA LOCATE MY MIND LOOK IN THE LOST AND FOUND AND HAPPY BAR EXAM 2, IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS I CALL THESE RAP NIGGAS CRUNK CAUSE THEY TALK AND BOUNCE THAT MONEY STAY ON MY MIND, LIKE MY THOUGHTS CAN COUNT ILL, HE'S ILL, HE'S STILL SICK ME AND SHADY PATCHED IT UP WE ABOUT TO REBUILD BITCH DETROIT ABOUT TO REBUILD BITCH PROOF, DILLA, BLADE C'MON MAN I DOES THIS TOSS DIRT ON THE MUD SLINGERS SLEEP IN A DUG DITCH I'M A MOTHERFUCKERIN' WALKIN' CHRISTMAS THE EVIDENCE IS ROYCE YOU DON'T BET AGAINST THE PRESENCE/PRESENT IN DETROIT BUT YOU CAN'T PUT ME IN A BOX CAUSE YOU GONNA NEED A BIGGER BOW I'M A HUGE GIFT I GOT THE GAME IN A FIGURE FOUR I'M MADE SO I SHOOT YA CAUSE MONEY BEAT CASES DETROIT STAND UP, LET'S MAKE WAY FOR THE FUTURE
Royce Da 5'9