From this coarse mixture of terrestrial parts, Desire and fear by turns possess their hearts, And grief, and joy; nor can the groveling mind, In the dark dungeon of the limbs confin’d, Assert the native skies, or own its heav’nly kind: Nor death itself can wholly wash their stains; But long-contracted filth ev’n in the soul remains.
""O father, can it be, that souls sublime Return to visit our terrestrial clime, And that the gen’rous mind, releas’d by death, Can covet lazy limbs and mortal breath?"
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Unless we’ve launched some kind of classified aircraft, no way this thing is terrestrial."
Rick Yancey -- The 5th Wave
My own pessimism, my insecurity, was a more terrestrial affair.