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Democritus laughed and Heraclitus wept.

And wept.




Perhaps he was the most intelligent one of us all... Perhaps.


The Best 30.

1. Clannad After Story
2. La Maison En Petit Cubes
3. Afro Samurai
4. Pale Cocoon
5. 5 Centimeters Per Second
6. Akira [and] Berserk
7. Aachi Wa Ssipak
8. Kemonozume
9. Ghost In The Shell 2: Innocence
10. The Diary Of Tortov Roddle
11. Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou
12. Whisper Of The Heart
13. Voices Of A Distant Star
14. The Place Promised In Our Early Days
15. The Girl Who Leapt Through Time
16. Koi Kaze
17. Inaka Isha
18. Perfect Blue
19. Tamayura: Hitotose
20. The Disappearance Of Haruhi Suzumiya
21. Yosuga No Sora
22. Mind Game
23. Tamayura
24. Dead Leaves
25. Sketchbook ~Full Color's~
26. Ichigo Mashimaro
27. Kashimashi
28. Only Yesterday
29. Clannad
30. Kanon



Frozen the sea, frozen the sky.
Frozen is death, but I cannot die.
Frozen is heaven and frozen is hell.
And I am dying in this living human shell.


If the greatness of everything a pure soul can accomplish was unveiled to all, nobody would even notice, for the colors of such an apparition would be myriads of hues unknown to the man of the cities, so beautiful that they would blind fools by their vivid brightness. The soul that is drawn to this eurhythmic web is able to discern shapes heralding how it will shed the vileness lurking inside to become a fulfilled and true spirit. Gris is what can be glimpsed from these miraculous fractals. It is the shore of a new continent where we want to land, as well as the vessel that will carry us there. It is a phoenix that must be tamed and ridden to plunge into the depths of this painting of which we only see the sumptuous frame. It follows, through each of its chapters, the pathway of the human soul through each stage of deliverance. It is the balance between all forces and vibrations overwhelming us, the essence of spiritual freedom, a railway without a path, as one must be built without predefined beliefs. Gris is agnostic for all that caresses and scratches us. None know if our vision is corrupted or true. Within each of us lies a heart of iron tarnished by fear and emptiness, and each of us must build our own pathway since we are our own vehicle. Thus, Gris is the wood and sweat with which we build our path, as well as the formula that will allow us to transform our own hearts into gold. We will fullfill our duty. Then, we will disappear... - Gris, Il Était une Forêt...