1. Into this wild abyss,
    The womb of nature and perhaps her grave,
    Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,
    But all these in their pregnant causes mixed
    Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,
    Unless the almighty maker them ordain
    His dark materials to create more worlds,
    Into this wild abyss the wary fiend
    Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while,
    Pondering his voyage…
    —  John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book II (via imaprostituterobotfromthefuture)
     


  2. Into this wild abyss,
    The womb of nature and perhaps her grave,
    Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,
    But all these in their pregnant causes mixed
    Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,
    Unless the almighty maker them ordain
    His dark materials to create more worlds,
    Into this wild abyss the wary fiend
    Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while,
    Pondering his voyage…
    —  John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book II
     

  3. I have atrocious handwritting… 

    But hey, at least I’m not posting psychological “facts” Lol x