Elephant Island was an inhospitable place, far from any shipping routes. Consequently, Shackleton decided to risk an open-boat journey to the 800-nautical-mile-distant South Georgia whaling stations, where he knew help was available.

“It’s a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there’s no use flaunting on that level, the level of the ‘public’, a kind of beatness – I mean, being right down to it, to ourselves, because we all really know where we are – and a weariness with all the forms, all the conventions of the world … It’s something like that. So I guess you might say we’re a beat generation.”
― Jack Kerouac

Jules: I'm not giving you that money. I'm buying something from you. Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo?

Pumpkin: What?

Jules: Your life. I'm givin' you that money so I don't have to kill your ass. You read the Bible?

Pumpkin: Not regularly.

Jules: There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you." Now... I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ass. You'd be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking: maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here... he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. And I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd. 

la historia se remonta a muchos siglos atrás, a unos tiempos ahora envueltos en la bruma del misterio. Algunos historiadores sitúan el origen de la fiesta de San Valentín en la antigua Roma, en la celebración de las lupercales, también llamadas lupercalia.

Estas se celebraban ante diem XV Kalendas Martias, lo que equivalía al 15 de febrero. Supuestamente la palabra deriva de lupus (lobo) un animal que representaba al dios Fauno, que tomó el sobrenombre de Luperco, y de hircus, por el macho cabrío, un animal impuro. Los acólitos se reunían en una cueva sagrada y, siguiendo la tradición, el sacerdote sacrificaba una cabra y, a continuación, los niños salían a la calle para azotar a las mujeres con la piel de los animales para incentivar su fertilidad.

A cosmic and spiritual warrior spreading the love and happy vibes across the nations :)  

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